In the dimly lit room, the solo boy finds his solace in self-pleasure. He strips down, revealing his toned body, and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. His hand wanders down, grasping his hardening cock. He strokes it gently, feeling every vein and ridge. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them in his palm. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch.