"Pussy," he groans, the word a desperate plea on his lips. The straight boy, driven by his raging hormones, gives in to his primal need. He pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free, already rock hard. He leans back against the wall, his hand gripping his shaft tightly, his breathing ragged as he begins to fuck his fist, his body moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. His face is a mask of lust, his body glistening with sweat, as he chases his release, his need for pussy consuming him completely.