In the sultry heat of the afternoon, our boy retreats to his room, a haven for his most private fantasies. He strips down, his heart pounding in anticipation. His hand traces the lines of his torso, lingering on the sensitive skin. He's alone, but his mind is a whirlwind of carnal images. His cock hardens, standing proud and eager. He wraps his fist around it, a groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His imagination runs wild, his body tensing as he approaches the edge, only to retreat, prolonging his self-indulgence.