In the quiet of his room, a twink stretches awake, his big cock already hard. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, his gaze dropping to his crotch. He smirks, wrapping a fist around his girth. He pumps slowly at first, building a rhythm, his body tensing as he gets closer. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. With a groan, he cums, his body convulsing as he paints his abs with his hot, white seed.