In the quiet of his room, Qhiud's teenage hormones rage, driving him to seek release. He strips naked, his body lean and toned, his cock already half-hard. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the soft skin stretch over the hard core. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. His other hand wanders, tweaking his nipples, squeezing his ass, pushing a finger into his tight hole. He gasps, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. He's close, so close, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting onto the floor, a testament to his solo pleasure.