In the quiet of his room, a teenage boy finds solace in his own touch. He's hard, his cock aching for release. He pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free. He strokes it, his hand moving up and down, his grip tight. He's lost in his fantasy, his body tensing as he gets closer. He's so close, he can taste it. But then, he hears footsteps outside. He quickly tries to cover himself, his heart racing. He holds his breath, hoping whoever it is will just keep walking.