The boy's room is a sanctuary of sorts, filled with the scent of his youth and the promise of untapped desire. He sprawls on his bed, the springs creaking softly under his weight, his hand wrapped around his stiffening lund. His strokes are slow, methodical, as if he's exploring every inch of his flesh. He closes his eyes, imagining the soft touch of a lover, the tightness of a wet pussy around his cock. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a guttural moan, he spills his load, his body shuddering with the force of his release.