A dark-haired, lithe twink, barely legal and brimming with hormones, stands in the bathroom, his reflection in the mirror revealing a hunger in his eyes. He's been thinking about this all day, and now, finally alone, he can indulge. His hand trembles slightly as he unzips his jeans, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. He spits into his palm, coating his hand in saliva, and starts to stroke. His hips move in small, eager thrusts, his breath coming faster and shallower. He's rough with himself, his strokes fast and hard, his grip tight. His balls draw up, his body tenses, and with a quiet moan, he comes, his cum splattering against the mirror, a trophy of his solo indulgence.