The white boy, left alone with his thoughts and desires, can't help but give in to temptation. He locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He pulls out his stiff, throbbing cock, the sight of it making his mouth water. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace quickening. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of a lover, the feel of a mouth. His cock leaks pre-cum, making his hand slide effortlessly. He can feel the familiar tingle in his balls, the tightening in his abdomen. With a groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and the floor beneath him.