With a shy glance around, the Asian boy locks his door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He starts slow, caressing his body, his hands tracing the lines of his muscles. His cock hardens, tenting his boxers, and he can't help but groan as he frees it, feeling the weight in his hand. He's a vision of self-love, his body moving in time with his strokes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases his release, his fingers leaving trails of pre-cum on his skin.