An Austrian boy, left alone in his room, can't resist the temptation of his own eager flesh. He pushes his pants down, his hard cock springing free, already leaking with anticipation. He starts to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of a lover, but his hand is all he needs. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing with each stroke. He can feel it building, the familiar pressure, the electric zing that shoots through him. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He opens his eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, his hand still wrapped around his spent cock.