A single cock, untouched by hands other than its owner's, stands at attention. The room is filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin, and the scent of musk. The boy's grip tightens, his movements becoming more urgent. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he releases, his cum dripping down his shaft, his stomach, and onto the floor. He continues to stroke, each movement drawing out more of his essence, until he finally collapses, spent and satisfied.