A boy, faceless yet familiar, finds solace in his solitude. He unabashes his desire, stripping down to his bare skin, the cool air of his room raising goosebumps on his flesh. He settles onto his bed, a soft moan escaping his lips as he grips his hardening length. His movements are fluid, practiced, yet not rushed. He teases himself, his free hand roaming over his chest, his abs, before returning to his throbbing cock. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release.