The boy's room is a sanctuary for his forbidden desires. With the camera rolling, he starts his verification ritual. He strips slowly, his eyes never leaving the lens. His cock is already hard, tenting his boxers. He slips them off, letting his length spring free. He grips it tightly, stroking from base to tip, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He leans back, his other hand fondling his balls, his body writhing in pleasure. His moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as he chases his release, his body tensing, his cock pulsing, before he collapses, spent and satisfied.