Under the cover of darkness, a horny teen seeks solace in self-pleasure. The room is his stage, the night his audience. He begins tentatively, fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his boxers. His breath hitches as he pushes the fabric down, his length springing free. He wraps his fingers around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, his hips moving in time. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his arousal. He bites his lip, his body tensing as he feels the familiar pressure building. With a low moan, he comes undone, his release painting stripes across his stomach as he rides out his climax in the silent, watching night.