Josh, alone in his room, feels the urge. He kicks off his clothes, his cock already hard and ready. He sits back, his eyes closed, his hand wrapping around his shaft. He strokes, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. His breath comes in short gasps as he loses himself in his fantasy, his hand moving faster, his body tensing. With a final, loud groan, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and stomach. He leans back, spent, a satisfied smile on his face.