A lonely boy, filled with desire, takes matters into his own hands, literally. His big, uncut cock stands at attention, begging for touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the throb, the pulse of life. He starts slow, teasing himself, but his hunger grows, and his strokes become faster, harder. His body tenses, his balls tighten, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his essence coating his hand and his belly, a testament to his self-love.