A teen boy, alone in his room, surrenders to his carnal desires. His hand, tentative at first, grows bolder as it grasps his throbbing member. He strokes, his body arching with each pass, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His imagination paints vivid scenes, his heart pounding in rhythm with his strokes. The room fills with his quiet moans, the scent of his arousal a heady perfume. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he nears the precipice, finally tumbling over the edge with a soft gasp, his release coating his hand.