The boy's room, dimly lit, echoes with his heavy breaths as he surrenders to his primal urges. His hand, tentative at first, grows bolder, exploring every inch of his rigid manhood. His imagination runs wild, painting vivid images in his mind, each one more explicit than the last. His grip tightens, his strokes become more insistent, until he's teetering on the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, he falls over, his body wracked with pleasure as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.