Dustin Fitch, in the throes of teenage hormones, can't resist the temptation to touch himself in the privacy of the bathroom. His eyes locked on the mirror, he tugs at the waistband of his tight, white undies, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He strokes it gently, feeling the pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He's always had a thing for the feel of fabric against his skin, and the tighty-whities only serve to intensify the sensation. His strokes become faster, his grip tighter, as he brings himself closer to the edge.