In the secrecy of his room, Boy12qq12 masturbates, his imagination running wild. He pictures himself with Soloman, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace. He imagines Soloman's hands exploring his body, his mouth on his cock. His fantasy becomes so vivid that he can almost feel Soloman's breath on his skin, hear his moans. He strokes faster, his cock throbbing. Suddenly, he hears a noise at the door. He freezes, his heart pounding. It's just his imagination, he tells himself, but the interruption has broken the spell. He finishes quickly, his orgasm less intense than it would have been, his mind still filled with thoughts of Soloman.