A punk skater, all attitude and piercings, retreats to his room, eager for some private time. He kicks off his Vans, peels off his clothes, and settles into his desk chair. His cock stands at attention, ready for action. He spits into his palm and wraps his fist around his shaft, jerking himself with practiced ease. His hips thrust forward as he picks up speed, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a guttural groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in ropes, painting his stomach with his spent desire.