In the quiet of his room, a boy finds solace in his own touch. His hands explore his body, tracing the curves and lines, igniting a fire within him. He pulls at his cock, feeling it grow hard and heavy in his palm. He imagines hands other than his own, a mouth around him, a body pressed against his. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he loses himself in his fantasy, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, his release coating his fingers and stomach. He leans back, satisfied and spent, his heart pounding in his chest as he comes down from his private ecstasy.