In the privacy of his room, a curious boy explores his desires, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. He strokes his rigid cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. His fingers glide over the sensitive tip, gathering the beads of precum that form there. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, firm stroke, he finds his release, his seed spilling forth, coating his hand and leaving a sticky trail on his skin.