Hours pass, yet the boy's desires remain unquenched. He sprawls on his bed, legs spread, his rigid cock standing proud. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides up and down his length, his thumb circling the sensitive tip. He grunts, his hips jerking as he chases another orgasm. The room is thick with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his self-love echoing as he pushes himself closer and closer to the brink, only to pause, torturing himself with the anticipation of his own climax.