Tommy May, the sulky emo-boy next door, is in his room, the dim lighting casting shadows on his pale skin. He's alone, but his mind is filled with dirty thoughts. He starts to touch himself, running his hands through his dark, messy hair, down to his chest, and finally, to his crotch. His cock is hard, straining against his jeans. He unbuttons his fly, freeing his erection, and begins to stroke it. His moans fill the room as he picks up speed, his hand moving furiously up and down his length. His body tenses, and with a final cry, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand and onto his shirt.