Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, our soloboy indulges in his private ritual. He's found his rhythm, his hand expertly guiding his toy along his rigid length. The vibrations send electric shocks through him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, so close. With a final, frenzied stroke, he spills over, his release painting his abs in sticky ribbons. Sated, he collapses back, his heart pounding, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.