In the quiet of the evening, a boy seeks solace in his own touch. He starts slow, his fingers tracing the lines of his body, sending shivers down his spine. His cock hardens, and he wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of his own desire. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips moving in rhythm with his hand. His body tenses, and with a final stroke, he finds his climax, his body shuddering with the force of it.