In the dimly lit room, the boy, Pollita, begins his dance of self-love. His fingertips trace the curves of his body, igniting sparks of desire. His cock tents his boxers, begging for release. He obliges, pushing his underwear down to free his throbbing erection. He grips it tightly, his hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. His hips buck, meeting each stroke, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, his abs contracting, as he finds his climax, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and cock in sticky, white ropes.