In his dimly lit room, a solo boy's hand instinctively goes to his crotch, feeling the bulge that's been growing with each passing moment of solitude. He frees his hard cock, giving it a tentative stroke. His hand learns the feel of his own length, the ridge of his head, the soft skin over steel. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he chases his own release, his body tensing as he spills over the edge.