Whimpy, in the dim light of his room, strips down to his boxers, the fabric tenting with his growing excitement. He strokes his length through the thin material, hissing at the sensations. With a final yank, he frees his cock, the veined shaft throbbing in anticipation. He spits into his palm, lubing up before fisting his dick with eager strokes. His breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself in the rhythm, the pleasure building with each pump.