In the quietude of his room, a lanky teen, his face still bearing the softness of youth, closes the door behind him. He's alone, and the weight of teenage hormones surges through him. His hands find the waistband of his loose jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, revealing his semi-erect pito. He strokes it gently, letting it grow hard in his palm. His breath hitches as he imagines unseen fantasies, his strokes becoming more urgent. His body tenses, and a soft moan escapes his lips as he finds his release, leaving him panting and satiated.