The boy, anonymous yet familiar, sits casually on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide, cock already hard and ready. His eyes closed, he begins to stroke, long, slow pulls from base to tip, his thumb circling the sensitive head. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room is dim, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. His strokes become faster, his grip tighter, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He's chasing his release, his body tensing, his hips thrusting into his fist. With a final, guttural groan, he finds his climax, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with hot, white cum.