The boy's cock twitches in his hand, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He's been at it for what feels like hours, his masturbatory marathon fueled by the spicy images in his mind. His grip is slick with sweat and spit, his arm aching from the relentless rhythm. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor.