In the privacy of his room, Chad Frost indulges in a solo session, his mind filled with taboo fantasies. His cut, average cock stands at attention, pre-cum beading at the tip. He runs a finger along his trimmed length, teasing himself before wrapping his hand around his shaft. His long, brown hair tickles his shoulders as he begins to stroke, his hips moving in rhythm. The friction builds, his breath coming in pants, his grip tightening. He can feel the familiar tingle, his balls drawing up as he nears his peak. With a final, desperate Stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and dribbling down his shaft.