In the dim, warm light of a late afternoon, a solo boy, hard and eager, takes his cock in hand. He's a vision, his body lean and defined, his cock long and stiff. He starts slow, teasing himself, his hand sliding up and down his shaft. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in his own pleasure. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his moans echoing as he chases his release. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, a satisfied smile on his face.