A boy, lost in the throes of adolescent hormones, finds solace in the solitary vice of self-pleasure. His jacket, a remnant of the day's adventures, now a prop in his private show. He unzips, revealing his verga, hard and eager. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, his breath ragged. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his desire. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his mind racing with fantasies of release. And then, with a final stroke, he finds it, his body shuddering as he spills forth, his jacket now stained with the evidence of his solo indulgence.