The boy, alone in the bathroom, lets his desires take over. The mirror steams up as he undresses, his reflection a blur of skin and need. He grips his length, feeling the heat of his body, the slickness of his pre-cum. The sound of the shower fills the room, a rhythmic pulse that matches his strokes. He bites his lip, his body coiling tight, and with a final, swift motion, he comes, his seed mixing with the water swirling down the drain.