In the quiet of his room, a lonely boy seeks refuge in the forbidden. He locks the door, his heart pounding as he strips off his clothes, revealing his lean, toned body. His cock stands proud, eager for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, his eyes fluttering closed as he imagines the touch of another. His movements are slow, deliberate, as he strokes himself, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He leans back, his body arching as he comes, his cries muffled by the pillow as he spills his load onto the sheets, leaving him spent and satisfied, if only for a moment.