The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. The boy's breath comes in short gasps, his chest heaving. He's lost in the moment, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. His cock glistens with pre-cum, his balls draw up tight. He's close. He leans back further, his hand a blur. And then, with a low moan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out, landing on his chest, his stomach. He collapses back, spent, his heart pounding, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He stays like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of his solitary pleasure.