Hidden behind the closed door, the boy's body is a landscape of taut muscles and smooth skin. His hand wraps around his rigid length, pulling slowly, his thumb swirling around the slick tip. His other hand pinches and tugs at his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. He's a master of self-pleasure, his body arching and bucking as he fucks his own fist. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans muffled by the closed door. He's a secret, a taboo, a boy lost in his own world of pleasure.