In the dim light of his room, he kicks the door closed, already pawing at his crotch. His cock, aching and hungry, springs free from his restraints. He spits in his hand, lubing up his shaft before gripping it tightly. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently as he picks up speed, his hips bucking in rhythm. The scent of his pre-cum fills the air as he races towards his climax.