In the privacy of his room, the boy strips, his solo session beginning. He grabs his throbbing cock, squeezing it tightly, feeling the blood pulse. His other hand cups his sac, massaging it, imagining it filling with his load. He picks up the pace, fantasy fueling his strokes. His body tenses, and with a cry, he shoots, his sac overflowing with his offering, a sticky, messy masterpiece of solo pleasure.