A lone teen boy, barely legal, finds solace in his private moment. He slowly strips, revealing his smooth, firm body, erect nipples hardening in the soft light. His hand traces the contours of his chest, then travels south, teasingly slow. He wraps his fingers around his hardening cock, stroking gently, eyes closed, lost in his own world. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his balls, massaging them softly. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his wet, sloppy strokes echoing as he chases his release.