In the quietude of his room, a lanky teen succumbs to the primal urges coursing through his veins. His hand, tentative at first, explores the length of his rigid cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. He builds a rhythm, his strokes becoming more confident, more intense. The scent of his arousal fills the air, mingling with the sound of his labored breaths. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. With a guttural moan, he spills over, his cock pulsing as he coats his stomach with his hot, sticky seed.