In the quiet of his room, the boy's imagination runs wild. He pictures the naughty scenes he's glimpsed on the internet, the forbidden fruits he's yet to taste. His cock throbs in response, and he wraps his hand around it, mimicking the motions he's seen. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the slick, wet sounds of his pleasure. He's a willing acolyte at the altar of his own desire, worshipping his body until he reaches the peak, his release leaving him spent and guilty, yet yearning for more.