In the quiet of his room, he becomes his own entertainment. His big, hard cock tents his pants, a lewd tent promising pleasure. He frees it, letting it bob heavily in his hand. He's learned every inch of it, the sensitive head, the thick vein that runs along the side. He knows what it likes, how it wants to be touched. He gives it what it wants, his hand moving with sure, steady strokes. His breath hitches as he nears his peak, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in his hand. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his hot cum spilling out, a testament to his solo pleasure.