In the dim glow of his bedside lamp, a solo gay boy seeks solace in his own touch. His slender fingers trace the outline of his hardening cock, tenting his boxers. With a soft moan, he pushes the fabric down, revealing his fully erect, pulsating member. He grips it tightly, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, his breathing hitching as pleasure builds. His free hand roams, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, teasing his taint. The sound of his wet strokes fills the room, his grip tightening as he approaches climax. His body arches, and with a stifled cry, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum coating his abs in warm, sticky ribbons.