A lonely teen retreats to his room, the weight of the day's boredom lifting as he closes the door. He clicks on a private video, his heart pounding in anticipation. The room fills with the soft, rhythmic sounds of moans and slapping flesh. His hand slides into his pants, stroking his hardening cock in time with the video's pace. His breath hitches as he imagines the tight, wet heat of a mouth or pussy, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. The video's climax approaches, and so does his, his body tensing as he spills his seed, a soft groan escaping his lips.