A boy, in the throes of puberty, discovers the pleasure of his own body. In the safety of his room, he explores, his curiosity piqued by the strange new sensations. His hand wraps around his length, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. He learns the rhythm, the pressure, the angle that makes his body sing. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he nears the edge, his hips bucking as he spills over, his seed coating his stomach in a sticky mess. Sated, he leans back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.