The boy, alone in his sanctuary, gives in to his primal urges. His hand, slick with spit and precum, wraps around his rigid cock, pumping steadily. His other hand wanders, tweaking his nipples, teasing his tight hole, making him squirm and gasp. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his pleasure, the sight of his body glistening with sweat. He chases his release, his eyes squeezed shut, his body arching, before finally finding it, his cum spilling out, painting his stomach.