The solo boy is ready for his personal moment, his body aching with pent-up desire. He lies back on the table, his cock straining against his skin. With a moan, he wraps his hand around his thick shaft, his grip firm and insistent. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes closed, his imagination running wild as he brings himself closer and closer to ecstasy. The room is filled with the sound of his wet, eager strokes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he races towards his climax.