In the quiet of his room, a lanky teen boy, unaware of the lens, slips into a private world. His hands venture beneath the waistband of his loose sweatpants, pulling out his semi-erect cock. He strokes it gently, eyes closed, lost in thoughts only he knows. His breath deepens, chest rising and falling in rhythm with his increasing pace. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the squelch of his palm against his hardening flesh, the hitch in his breath as he nears the edge.