In the privacy of his room, our virgin soloist can finally indulge in his fantasies. He starts slow, running his hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples, and tracing the V of his hips. His cock tents his boxers, and he can't resist any longer. He frees his length, the vein pulsing with his heartbeat. He jerks off, his fist flying up and down his shaft, his balls drawing up tight. With a final, guttural groan, he cums, his load spilling over his fingers and dripping onto the floor.