Tad, a lonesome teen with a penchant for self-love, finds himself in a familiar situation. His room, a sanctuary of solitude, echoes with the soft sounds of his strokes. His cock, rigid and eager, stands at attention as his hand, calloused from countless sessions, wraps around it. He pumps, his grip firm, his rhythm steady, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of another, lost in the dance of his own desires.