In the dimly lit room, a solo boy stands before a full-length mirror, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He starts slow, stroking his length, eyes locked with his reflection. His breath hitches as he picks up pace, veins bulging, pre-cum beading at the tip. He leans in, spitting into his palm, lubricating his cock for a faster, slicker ride. The room fills with his grunts and the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. His body tenses, abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final groan, he unleashes the first rope of cum, painting his reflection. He catches his breath, wipes the sweat from his brow, and starts again, determined to give his mirror image a triple helping.