In the hush of the night, a solitary figure seeks solace in self-pleasure. The boy, shrouded in darkness, grips his throbbing cock, his hand working it with a rhythm that's both comforting and arousing. His mind drifts to unspoken desires, fueling his passion. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. With a stifled groan, he finds his release, his warm, sticky seed coating his hand, a secret shared only with the night.