The boy, hidden from the world in his private sanctuary, allows his desires to consume him. His cock, hard and eager, tents his pants, demanding release. He unzips, letting his nice, white cock spring free. It's a thing of beauty, he thinks, as he wraps his hand around it. He starts slow, feeling every vein, every ridge, as he strokes. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his cock throbbing in his hand. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum painting his hand and stomach, a testament to his solo pleasure.