In the privacy of his room, a young man sheds his clothes, his cock already hard and aching. He sits back, legs spread wide, and begins to stroke, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensations coursing through him. He switches hands, his other palm slick with pre-cum, as he picks up the pace. His body rocks, fucking into his fist, as he chases his orgasm. With a guttural moan, he comes, his cock pulsing, spilling his load over his fingers and belly.