The boy, hidden away, indulges in his secret pleasure. He stands, legs slightly apart, and begins to touch himself, his hand moving slowly over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles. He pauses, fingers brushing the head of his cock, before wrapping his hand around it, starting a steady rhythm. His other hand joins, cupping his balls, teasing them, as he builds himself up, his breath coming faster now. He turns, bending over slightly, giving himself full access, his moans echoing in the empty room. With a final, loud groan, he comes, his body jerking as he spills onto the floor, leaving him panting and satisfied.