The bathroom mirror reflects the boy's intense gaze, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He's alone, but the mirror makes it seem like he's not. He's in his own world, his hand moving in rhythm with his hips, pushing his dick through his fist. The bathroom is filled with the scent of his precum, the sound of his wet, messy strokes. He looks at his reflection, his face flushed, his lips parted. His other hand reaches down, playing with his balls, rolling them in his palm. He's close, his strokes erratic, his breath coming in short gasps. Then, with a final groan, he comes, his cum dripping down the mirror.