The boy, anonymous yet familiar, sits alone, his hand wrapped around his lengthening shaft. He's Chivy-Duba's canvas today, painting a scene of self-pleasure. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his eyes closed in concentration. His cock glistens with pre-cum, his hand moving faster, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. His body tenses, his abs contracting, and with a final, guttural moan, he releases, his cum shooting onto his stomach, a mess he'll have to clean up.