The boy, alone in his room, craves touch, craves pleasure. He strips naked, his body flush with anticipation. He wraps his hand around his cock, feeling its heat, its pulse. He imagines hands, mouths, bodies, as he pumps himself, his moans filling the silent room. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending shivers up his spine. He feels the pressure building, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He lets out a low groan as he comes, his body relaxing, his mind finally at peace.