The room is filled with the soft, steady rhythm of skin on skin as the teen's hand glides up and down his rigid shaft. His eyes are closed, lost in the sensation, his body tense with pent-up desire. He's not just masturbating; he's fucking his hand, his hips thrusting in time with his strokes. His other hand explores his body, tweaking his nipples, squeezing his balls, adding to the symphony of sensations. He's close, so close, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, until with a final, shuddering thrust, he comes undone, his body arching off the bed as he spills his load, his cock pulsing with each wave of pleasure.