In the dim light of his bedroom, the lonely teen finds solace in his own touch. He traces the lines of his body, his hands lingering on his hardening cock. He pushes his boxers down, freeing himself, and begins to stroke, his movements slow and steady. His imagination runs wild, filling his mind with illicit images that make his heart race and his breath come in short gasps. He feels the pressure building, his body tensing, and with a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his hot cum spilling onto his stomach.