Alone and unashamed, a soloboy bares his body, his soul laid bare before the cross. He stands, erect in more ways than one, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he imagines the touch of a firm hand, the command of a stern voice. He worships the cross, his body a temple of desire, his hands exploring every inch of his flesh, from the sensitive tip of his cock to the curve of his ass. He's not just masturbating; he's surrendering, giving himself over to the powerful union of faith and sexuality, his body quivering with the intensity of his passion.