As the moon hangs high in the sky, an inexperienced youth retreats to his bedroom, driven by an insatiable urge. Closing the door softly behind him, he drops his pants, his hard cock springing free. He tentatively grips it, his strokes hesitant at first, learning the rhythm that brings him closer to the edge. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his essence spilling onto his waiting hand.