The boy, alone in his room, his cock aching with need, begins to stroke himself. His grip is firm, his pace steady, as he imagines Mindy's touch, her lips, her tongue. He pictures her watching him, her eyes hungry, her body responsive. His cock throbs in his hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels the pressure building, his balls tightening, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his load shooting onto the sheets, leaving him spent and satisfied, yet longing for more.