Alone in his room, the youthful stud can't help but let his hand wander. His cock, already stiff and aching, receives his tender touch. He strokes it gently, feeling every vein and ridge, his hand gliding effortlessly thanks to the pre-cum beading at the tip. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as he brings himself closer to the edge, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent.