In the sultry heat of the afternoon, a boy retreats to his room, seeking solace in his own touch. He peels off his clothes, the fabric sticking to his skin, revealing his already erect cock. He takes it in his hand, his grip firm, his movements slow and deliberate. He imagines hands other than his own, voices other than his own, his fantasy fueling his desire. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. His cock pulses, his balls tighten, and with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cum shooting onto the floor, a testament to his intense, solo pleasure.