The young lad, still groggy from sleep, feels the familiar twitch between his legs. He blinks away the remnants of dreams and finds his hand already wrapped around his hardening shaft. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his own pleasure, the slick sounds of his hand moving up and down his length. He pictures the faces of his classmates, their bodies pressed against his in the locker room, their secret glances. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he chases the release he knows is coming.