In the sultry heat of the afternoon, the lone boy can't contain his desire any longer. His pajero, stiff and aching, demands release. He strips off his pants, revealing his naked, eager flesh. He grabs his cock, a look of intense concentration on his face, as he works himself with increasing urgency. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, as he chases the sweet oblivion of release. The room echoes with his grunts and the sound of his hand meeting flesh, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, he finds his climax.