Joe, a lonesome lad, can't help but let his hand wander down to his throbbing cock. He's been craving release all day, and now, in the privacy of his room, he gives in. His strokes are firm, steady, as he tugs at his length, feeling the vein pulse with need. He's lost in his own world, his breath hitching as he gets closer to the edge. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, until finally, he's rewarded with a thick, warm load spilling over his fingers.