Away from prying eyes, he bares himself, his body a canvas of untouched innocence. His hand, tentative at first, wraps around his hardening length, a gasp escaping his lips as he feels the pulse of life coursing through him. He learns his body's rhythm, his strokes becoming more confident, more insistent. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he hurtles towards the edge of release, his secret pleasure known only to the four walls enclosing him.