The solo boy, again under the spell of his own yearning, takes to his room, the air thick with anticipation and the promise of release. His hand, slick with his own precum, works his throbbing cock, the sound of his eager strokes filling the room. His mind's eye paints vivid images of his desires, the touch of a friend, the feel of a stranger, the taste of the unknown, driving him to the brink of ecstasy, his body tensing as he spills his load, his cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet of his room.