Alone in his sanctuary, a boy seeks solace in the familiarity of his own touch. His hands, soft and tentative at first, grow bolder as they trace the contours of his body. He pauses at his cock, hard and eager, and wraps his fingers around it. He strokes, his grip firm and steady, his rhythm building with his desire. His body responds, his hips bucking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, so close, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills over, his body convulsing with the force of his climax.