In the quiet of his home, a solo boy finds solace in his own touch. He's not just bored; he's horny, and there's no one to satisfy him but himself. He peels off his clothes, his cock already tenting his boxers. He runs his hands over his body, pausing to tease his nipples, before moving down to grip his cock through the fabric. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking instinctively. He pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free. He wraps his hand around it, stroking slowly, then faster, his breath coming in short pants. He leans back, his body tensing as he brings himself to the edge, then over, his cum spilling onto his hand and the floor.