Bryce, alone and unobserved, surrenders to his most intimate desires. In the privacy of his room, he sheds his clothes, baring his naked flesh to the cool air. He takes his time, exploring his body with a hungry touch, pinching his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs, before finally wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock. He pumps his hips, fucking his fist, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His free hand reaches behind, teasing his hole, imagining the feel of a thick, hard cock filling him. He's close, so close, but he denies himself, drawing out his pleasure, torturing himself with his own touch.