The echo of an empty house amplifies the soft sounds of a lonely boy's self-love. He wanders, his hand cupping his swollen cock, the friction of his palm sending jolts of pleasure through him. In the living room, he lies back on the couch, his eyes closed, envisioning the touch of unseen hands. His strokes quicken, his body tensing as he nears his release, the house filled with his ragged breaths and the wet, lewd sounds of his masturbation.