Lost in thought, the soloboy's hand finds its way to his crotch, his imagination filled with images of 'she'. He strokes himself, his mind painting vivid pictures of her touch, her voice, her scent. His body responds, his heart pounding, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels the tension build, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. His imagination runs wild, pushing him closer to the edge, until finally, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.