lone, eager fingers dance along an engorged cock, the only soundtrack the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. The boy's breath hitches as he grips his length, twisting and pumping, his free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, a beacon of his growing pleasure. His body tenses, back arching as he finally lets go, ropes of semen painting his stomach in a messy, satisfying climax.