In the dim, private sanctum of his bedroom, a lonely boy, driven by primal urges, takes his throbbing cock into his eager hand. As he strokes, he imagines illicit scenarios, his breath hitching with each pass over his sensitive flesh. His body tenses, muscles clenching as he nears the edge, beads of sweat forming on his brow. With a final, firm tug, he spills his load, a ribbon of cum arcing onto his stomach.