In the quiet of his room, our boy unzips his jeans, his cock already tenting the fabric. He pushes them down, along with his briefs, and steps out, kicking them aside. He takes his thick, stiff cock in hand, running his thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading a bead of pre-cum. He strokes, long and slow, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his fantasy, until he can't hold back any longer, his cock pulsing in his hand as he spills his load.