In the quiet of his room, the teen boy's hand wanders, finding its way to his growing bulge. He's alone, free to indulge in his secret fantasies. He pushes his pants down, his cock springing free, already leaking with excitement. He takes it in his hand, feeling the weight, the heat, the pulse of life. His strokes are slow, deliberate, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. He bites his lip, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a soft moan, he comes, his cum spilling out, his body relaxing as the waves of pleasure subside.