In the dim light of his room, the solo boy begins his intimate dance. Stroking his rigid cock, he lets out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering closed. He takes his time, teasing himself, running his fingers along his shaft, cupping his balls. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his grip tightening, his body arching. As he nears the edge, he leans back, his body trembling, and with a final thrust, he spills his load, his cum coating his hand and belly.