Camir, a restless teen, finds solace in the dark, the moon casting long shadows in his room. He's alone, but not lonely, his hand already working his cock. He's fantasizing, his mind a whirlwind of taboo images. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, as he edges closer to his climax. He bites his lip, his body convulsing as he comes undone, his release painting his stomach, his breath coming in short gasps.