The boy, left alone with his thoughts, decides to indulge in a private moment of pleasure. He locks the door, ensuring no intrusions will disturb his solace. Stripping down to his boxers, he can feel his heart racing in anticipation. He slips a hand inside, touching himself, feeling the heat and hardness that's been building. He closes his eyes, imagining the touch of another, the softness of skin, the wetness of lips. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps as he chases his release. With a final groan, he finds it, his body tensing as he spills over, leaving him spent and satisfied.