In the quiet of the early morning, a solo boy awakens with an insatiable hunger. His hand instinctively finds its way to his throbbing cock, beginning a slow, rhythmic punheta. The room echoes with the wet smack of his strokes, his grip firm and confident. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, fingers tracing the sensitive ridge of his glans, spreading pre-cum along his length. His body tenses, muscles clenching as he nears his climax. With a final, aggressive tug, he lets out a low groan, his body convulsing as he coats his stomach with his hot, creamy load.