In the quiet of his room, he begins, tentatively exploring his hardness. His free hand trails down, cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their warmth. His strokes quicken, his grip tightens, as he loses himself in the rhythm, the friction. His precum coats his shaft, making his movements slicker, faster. His breath hitches, his body tenses, as he nears the edge, his release explosive, his load painting his stomach in ropes of white.