The boy, alone and uninhibited, begins his private show. His hands roam over his body, pinching his nipples, tracing the lines of his muscles. His cock, already hard, aches for touch. He wraps his hand around it, squeezing and stroking, his pace quickening. He leans back, his head resting on the pillows, his body writhing as pleasure courses through him. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he comes, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his load.