A boy, alone and undisturbed, engages in the ancient ritual of Paja. The room, dimly lit, is filled with his soft sighs and the rustle of fabric as he frees his hardening cock from his pants. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides along his length, twisting and pumping. His other hand, trailing down his torso, teases his tight, smooth balls, sending shivers through him. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, low groan, he erupts, his hot, sticky seed coating his hand and dripping onto the floor, a testament to his solitary pleasure.