In the dimly lit room, a French boy, his body lean and toned, sits alone. His hand wraps around his thick, uncut cock, stroking slowly, building a rhythm. His breath hitches as he tightens his grip, pre-cum leaking from the tip. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet smack of his palm against his dick. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in his own world, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he groans, his cock pulsing, ropes of cum shooting out, landing on his chest and belly. He milks every last drop, a satisfied smirk on his lips.