A lone boy, hidden from the world, finds solace in his own touch. His room is dimly lit, the air thick with hormonal tension. He's stripped down to his boxers, his hard-on straining against the fabric. He strokes himself through the material, his breath hitching as the friction sends jolts of pleasure through him. With a groan, he frees his cock, wrapping his fist around it. He pumps slowly at first, building speed as his need grows. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, his body tensing as he nears his climax.