A lone teen boy, craving touch, retreats to his sanctuary, the dimly lit room echoing with his soft, rhythmic breathing. His hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing at the waistband of his boxers. He slips them off, his cock springing free, already stiff with anticipation. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady, his eyes closed in concentration. His body responds, his hips bucking, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings himself closer to the edge, finally tumbling over into blissful release.