Alone in his sanctuary, a boy pays homage to his most primal instinct. He strokes his rigid cock, the heat of his palm contrasting with the cool air. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths, and bodies, fueling his desire. His moans fill the room as he edges closer to the precipice, his body tensing, his cock pulsing. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, ropes of cum painting his abdomen, a testament to his solo reverie.