The boy, alone in his room, lets his imagination run wild. He pictures the taboo, the forbidden, the untouchable, and his cock responds eagerly. He grips it tightly, his hand moving in long, smooth strokes, his hips bucking slightly with each pass. He pictures a lover, their hands, their mouths, their bodies, and his breath comes faster, his heart pounding in his chest. He feels the familiar tingle, the build-up, and with a final, desperate squeeze, he comes, his cum shooting out in long, milky ropes, coating his stomach and hand. He collapses back, spent, his body still tingling from the intense, solo release.