In the privacy of his space, a boy, untouched by others, touches himself, his fingers tracing the familiar paths of his body. His eyes close, his mind drifting to fantasies only he knows. His cock hardens, his hand wrapping around it, moving in rhythm with his thoughts. He imagines hands other than his own, lips other than his own, and his breath quickens. He leans back, his body arching, his hips thrusting as he chases his orgasm, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his cum spilling out, a silent testament to his solo passion.