In the throes of puberty, a lonesome teen retreats to his dimly lit room, the scent of fresh laundry and the faint hum of a distant fan filling the air. His heart races as he unzips, revealing his throbbing erection. He strokes, his grip tight, his rhythm steady, lost in the sensation. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, desperate tug, he paints his abdomen with hot, sticky cum.