Slumped in his chair, the young man's eyes are glued to the screen, his hand working his big, throbbing cock. Images of the neighbor girl dance in his head, her curves, her laugh, her unwitting flirtations. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. His body tenses, every muscle coiling, and with a deep groan, he comes undone. Rope after rope of hot, white cum shoots from his cock, painting his torso in a sticky web. He takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork before wiping himself clean, a sense of contentment washing over him.