In the dimly lit dining room, a lonely teen boy sits down for a late dinner. The house is quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock. He takes a bite, his eyes wandering over the empty plates, the silence broken only by the clinking of his fork against the glass. As he swallows, his hand slowly moves under the table, rubbing his growing erection through his pants. He looks around nervously, then unzips, his hard cock springing free. He strokes himself, his breath hitching as he imagines a warm, wet mouth enveloping him.