In the dim light of his room, a lonely boy begins his secret ritual. He pulls out his throbbing cock, the sight of it making his heart race. He thinks of the girl he's been crushing on, her smile, her laugh. He envisions her touching him, her delicate hands exploring his hardness. He strokes himself, his movements becoming more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He's on the edge, his body trembling, when he hears footsteps approaching. Panicked, he quickly cleans up, his heart pounding in his chest, as he waits for the danger to pass.