The boy's eyes linger, his heart pounding in his chest as he drinks in the sight of his secret desire. His breath hitches, his cock tenting his pants as he imagines the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips. His hand snakes into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing shaft, his strokes matching the rhythm of his racing heart. He knows he shouldn't, but the taboo only serves to heighten his pleasure, his body tensing as he inches closer to the edge, his gaze never wavering from the object of his unspoken lust.