Mikey, a lanky teen with a mop of sandy hair, finds solace in his bedroom, away from the world's prying eyes. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. He stands before the mirror, his reflection staring back at him, as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his smooth, toned chest. His hands wander, tracing the lines of his body, before dipping into his jeans, pulling out his stiffening cock. He strokes it gently, his breath hitching as he builds a rhythm, his eyes locked with his reflection's. His other hand explores, cupping his balls, teasing his ass, as he imagines unseen hands joining his. The room fills with his soft moans, the sound of his hand meeting flesh, as he chases his release.