The boy, lost in his own world, pleasures himself with abandon. His cock, hard and aching, demands release. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in a blur, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his pleasure a symphony of need. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his stomach and hands in a sticky, milky mess.