Boredom has its perks when you're a horny, lonely boy. Our solo star finds himself in a quiet room, his mind racing with dirty thoughts. He unzips his pants, his hand immediately finding his growing erection. He strokes himself, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. His imagination runs wild, picturing taboo scenarios, his pace quickening. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he nears his peak. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his semen coating his hand and pants, leaving him sated and content.