A lone figure, a boy, stands before a mirror, his reflection staring back at him with equal parts curiosity and desire. He unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor, revealing his already hardening cock. With a tentative touch, he wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingers. He strokes, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breathing quickens, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, a testament to his solitary pleasure.