Under the cloak of night, a solo boy, driven by primal urges, takes his throbbing verga into his eager hand. With a grip that's firm yet tender, he strokes his pija from base to glande, feeling the veins pulse with desire. His prepucio slides back and forth, revealing the sensitive head, as he builds momentum. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels the pressure building, his body tensing in anticipation. With a final, forceful stroke, he sends his carga shooting out, coating his hand and abdomen in a warm, sticky mess.