A lonesome straight boy, hidden from the world, finds solace in his own company. His white cock, stiff and eager, demands attention. He wraps his fingers around the shaft, feeling the pulse of his own desire. His rhythm is steady, his grip firm, as he strokes himself towards release. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the scent of his pre-cum hanging in the air. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and then, with a final stroke, he spills his load, painting his stomach with white ropes of cum.