Hidden from the world, a lonely heart finds solace in the most intimate of acts. A boy, all limbs and angles, sits in his dimly lit room, his hand slowly moving up and down his shaft. His eyes are closed, lost in a world of his own creation. He imagines hands that aren't his own, lips that aren't his to kiss. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until he finds his climax, his body tensing before relaxing into the aftermath.