A lone man, a solo boy, finds solace in the forbidden. His body yearns for touch, for release. He lies back, his eyes closed, as his hands roam over his body. His fingers dip into his tight, puckered hole, stretching it, preparing it for more. His strokes become firmer, more insistent, as he imagines a lover's touch. His body tenses, his breath hitches, as he finds his release, his anal pleasure conspiring with his imagination to send him over the edge.