In the quiet of the night, the boy's hand finds its way to his crotch, his fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock. He shuts his eyes, lost in fantasy, as he unbuttons his pants, letting his rigid length spring free. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his moans barely above a whisper. His pace quickens, his breath coming in short gasps, until he can't hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he cums, his body convulsing as he spills his load, the warmth spreading over his hand and onto the bedsheets.