Ww1999xd, the young, eager soloist, finds himself alone on Christmas, his dick twitching with anticipation. He slips his hand into his pajama pants, feeling the soft skin of his hardening cock. He strokes it gently, his mind filling with naughty thoughts. He moves to the couch, spreading his legs wide, and begins a slow, sensual massage of his dick, his other hand playing with his balls. His pace quickens, his breathing ragged, as he brings himself closer to the edge. But he's not ready to come just yet. He slows down, teasing himself, drawing out his pleasure.