In the hushed quiet of a confessional, a boy, unseen and unheard, bares his soul and body. His hand trembles as it reaches for his zipper, pulling out his cock, already stiff with anticipation. He strokes himself, the sound of his ragged breaths filling the small space. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He's lost in his own world, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, a soft moan escaping. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps, his hand moving faster. Then, with a final shudder, he comes, his cum spilling out, coating his fingers. He opens his eyes, a look of shame and relief mixed on his face.