Danny, alone in his room, feels the familiar stirring of desire. He unzips his jeans, his hand reaching inside to grip his hardening cock. With a groan, he starts to stroke, the familiar rhythm of his solo session beginning. His other hand finds its way to his balls, gently massaging as his breath hitches. Pre-cum begins to bead at the tip, and he uses it to slick up his shaft, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until with a final gasp, he spills his load, cum coating his hand and abs.