In the quiet of his room, a lanky teen, his heart pounding with adolescent hormones, finds his hand wandering down to his stiffening cock. He tentatively strokes it, eyes closed, losing himself in the sensation. His breath quickens as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the smell of his own musk. He's alone, but the intensity of his pleasure is palpable.