Beepied, the charming French lad, finds himself in the throes of teenage hormones and an empty house. With a mischievous grin, he retreats to his room, locking the door behind him. Clad in nothing but a tight pair of briefs, he stretches out on his bed, his hand wandering down to cup his growing bulge. He teases himself, slipping his hand beneath the elastic, stroking his length with increasing urgency. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking off the bed, desperate for release.