In the quiet of his room, a boy explores his body, his hands tracing the lines of his torso, a roadmap of desire. He wraps his fingers around his hardening cock, a gasp escaping his lips as he feels the pulse of life. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, his imagination painting vivid pictures. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a low moan, he falls over, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand with his essence.