A lonely teen finds solace in the familiar, his dick a constant companion. He strips naked, the cool air of his room caressing his skin. He grips his dick, feeling the heat, the life pulsing within. He strokes, his movements firm and sure, a dance he's learned by heart. His free hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, adding to the symphony of sensations. His body arches, a silent cry of release as he paints his chest with his load, satiated for now, in his private world of self-pleasure.