Quay-Tay, the lonesome lad, finds solace in self-pleasure during his quarantine. He retreats to his dimly lit room, the scent of old books and solitude filling the air. His hand glides over his rigid cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. He takes his time, teasing himself, drawing out the anticipation. The room echoes with his soft moans, a symphony of his desire.