The house is silent, save for the soft sounds of the boy's breath and the rustle of his clothes hitting the floor. He lies back on his bed, his hand tracing the lines of his body, pausing at his hardening cock. He takes his time, teasing himself, drawing out the pleasure. His imagination runs wild, his fantasies fueling his desire. He can feel the heat building, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering breath, he tips over, his body convulsing as he finds his release.