In the solitude of his room, the boy dances, his body moving with a rhythm that's all his own. He's a canvas of smooth skin and hard lines, his cock standing at attention. He handles it with expertise, his fist moving in long, slow strokes, milking it for all it's worth. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, his body tensing as he nears the edge. A soft gasp escapes him as he finally lets go, his body shuddering with release.