A nameless, faceless boy, hidden from the world, surrenders to his primal urges. In the dim light, he watches his hand wrap around his stiff cock, the contrast of his pale skin against the flushed, engorged flesh. He imagines unseen hands, unseen lips, unseen bodies joining him in his private ritual. His strokes become more insistent, his grip tighter, his rhythm more urgent. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart pounds in his chest. He feels the telltale tingle, the rush of sensation, and with a muffled groan, he spills his seed, his body shuddering with the force of his solitary passion.