Bored and alone, a lanky teen boy decides to take matters into his own hands, literally. He sprawls out on the couch, his eyes locked on the pulsating screen of his phone, no doubt playing something steamy. His hand wanders down, pushing past the elastic of his sweatpants, to grip his already hardening cock. He strokes slowly, eyes half-lidded, as he imagines himself in the throes of passion with a fantasy girl. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking slightly as he brings himself closer to the edge. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breathing and the slick sound of his hand working his cock. With a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing in his hand as he paints his abdomen with his seed.