In the quiet of his room, the boy begins his self-love ritual. He slowly removes his clothes, his cock already half-hard. He spits into his palm, coating his shaft, the slickness allowing his hand to glide smoothly. He moans softly, his free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He imagines a pair of lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep. His pace quickens, his breath coming in short gasps, until he finally comes, his cum shooting onto his belly, a satisfied grin on his face.