The room is filled with the sound of wet, slapping skin as the lone lad pounds his cock with urgency. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending waves of pleasure through his body. The scent of his musk fills the air, a primal reminder of his masculinity. As he nears his peak, his strokes become more feverish, his breath coming in short pants. With a final grunt, he spills his load, the warm cum coating his hand and cock.