A boy, alone and unobserved, allows his body to take control. His hand wraps around his growing erection, exploring its contours, feeling its pulse. He leans back, eyes closed, as he imagines a lover's touch. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, as he chases his release. The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure - the wet sounds of his hand moving on his cock, the soft grunts of his exertion, the scent of his arousal. With a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and belly with his warm, sticky seed.