In the privacy of his room, a lanky teen boy, his hormones raging, decides to indulge in some self-love. He strips down to his boxers, his hard-on tenting the fabric. With a mischievous grin, he frees his rigid pole, giving it a few tentative strokes. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, as he imagines the touch of a girl. His breath hitches, his body tenses, as he nears the edge, his hand working his cock until he's left panting and spent.