The room echoes with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the solo boy works his thick, veiny cock with urgency. His eyes are closed, lost in his own fantasy, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. He groans, his body tensing as he feels the familiar tingle in his balls. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto his stomach, leaving him panting and spent.