In the hushed silence of his room, a boy indulges in his most private fantasy. His cock, long and thick, aches for attention. He wraps his fist around it, feeling the velvety skin stretch tight over the iron-hard core. His strokes are slow, measured, building a rhythm that makes his hips twitch. He imagines a secret lover, their touch softer, their lips warmer. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his cock swells, and with a low groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the sheets with his forbidden fruit.