In the quiet of his room, a boy finds his release. His "verga" hard and aching, he can't resist the urge any longer. He strokes it, his hand moving swiftly up and down the length. His breathing grows ragged, his moans filling the silence. He's not alone, but in his private world, he's the only one that matters. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final thrust, he finds his release, his "leche" spilling over his hand.