Locked away in the attic, a young man finds solace in his solitude. He's stripped down to his boxers, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He sprawls out on the old, dusty couch, his hand rubbing against the growing bulge in his underwear. He pushes down his boxers, his hard cock springing free, and begins to stroke himself. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, his hips lifting off the couch. He's lost in his own world, his grip tightening, his strokes quickening. With a low moan, he comes, his body tensing, his release spilling out over his hand and stomach.