Norwegian Dog, a self-proclaimed pervert, finds solace in his solitude, his hand his only companion in the quiet of his room. His cock stands rigid, a testament to his arousal, as he begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. He's a master of his own pleasure, his body responding to his touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings himself closer to the edge. He's a soloboy, a hetro male lost in his own world, his hand his only tool for release.