As the clock strikes midnight, a lonely teen finds solace in his own touch. The room is cold, but his body radiates heat as he sheds his clothes. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, pumping slowly, then faster, matching the rhythm of his racing heart. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his seed painting his stomach, a quiet moan echoing in the empty room.