The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh as the boy explores his body, his fingers tracing the contours of his chest, his abs, before wandering lower. His cock stands proud, throbbing with need. He grips it tightly, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. His imagination runs wild, picturing unseen partners, their touch, their taste. The room fills with his quiet moans, his body tensing as he nears his release, the promise of the unseen driving him on.