In the quiet of his room, the boy's hormones rage like a storm. He can't deny the insistent throb between his legs any longer. His pants hit the floor, his underwear following suit. He wraps his hand around his stiff, aching cock, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. His strokes are slow at first, exploring the newfound pleasure. But soon, he's lost in the rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a groan, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the intensity of his first solo session.