In the stark, cold light of the bathroom, a boy stands, his cock in his hand. He's been sneaking away to do this more and more often, his teenage hormones raging. He closes his eyes, imagining the soft touch of a girl, the wet warmth of a mouth. His strokes become more insistent, his breathing ragged. He can feel it building, that delicious tension in his balls. With a low moan, he comes, his cum splattering against the tile, his body trembling with the force of his release. He leans against the wall, panting, his heart pounding, before cleaning up and slipping back into his normal life, the secret of his solo pleasure locked away.