The boy's room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long, dramatic shadows across his body as he stands in front of the full-length mirror. His hand reaches down, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, to cup the prominent bulge in his pants. With a swift, practiced motion, he unzips, and his cock springs free, already hard and leaking. He wraps his fingers around it, his grip tight and steady, as he begins to pump, his hips moving in time with his strokes. His eyes remain locked on his reflection, the connection fueling his desire. His movements become more urgent, more primal, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the floor with his warm, creamy seed.