A young man, left alone in the house, can't resist the temptation of his own body. He locks the door, kicks off his clothes, and lies back on his bed, his cock already at half-mast. He spits on his palm and wraps it around his length, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His other hand cups his balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. He increases his pace, his breath coming in short gasps, until he's fucking his fist, his hips lifting off the bed. With a grunt, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.