Naye's admirer, a lonesome youth, locks himself in his room, inspired by his idol's work. He strips down, his cock already hard and aching. He spits into his palm, gripping his length firmly. His strokes are steady, intense, as he imagines Naye's skilled hands on him. Pre-cum leaks from his slit, and he moans, his body tensing as he nears climax. He fantasizes about Naye's mouth, his eyes, pushing him over the edge. Hot cum spills over his hand as he pants, his body shuddering in satisfaction.