Hidden away, the lad indulges in his private ritual. His cock, neglected no more, stands at attention, ready for his skilled touch. He works it, his hand a blur, his breathing ragged. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, the slick sound of his palm against his shaft. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, his cum painting his abs, a secret, shameful delight.