Jack, alone in his room, lets his desires lead him. He peels off his clothes, the fabric whispering against his skin. He's hard, his cock tenting his boxers. He pulls them off, his cock springing free, already leaking. He wraps his hand around his length, the grip tight, just how he likes it. His strokes are steady, his grip firm. He can feel the pleasure building, his body tensing, his breath coming in short pants. He's close, his strokes becoming more urgent. With a final stroke, he comes, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand with his release.