The house is finally quiet, the parents gone for the day. Our lonesome jock strips down to his boxers, his thick, uncut cock already tenting the fabric. He sprawls out on the living room couch, his eyes closed as he begins to stroke. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving up and down his rigid shaft, the scent of pre-cum wafting through the air. He imagines his parents walking in, catching him in the act, and his strokes become more urgent, his breathing heavier. With a final, shuddering gasp, he spills his load onto his abs, the cum glistening in the afternoon sunlight.