Mike, alone in his room, can't resist the temptation any longer. His cock tents his pants, begging for release. He unzips, revealing his throbbing member, already glistening with pre-cum. Slowly, he strokes, his hand slick with spit, his breath hitching as he builds a steady rhythm. His eyes roll back, lost in the sensation of his own touch. He's close, his movements becoming frantic. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, ropes of cum shooting onto his tanned abs.