The teen's room is a sanctuary of hormones and youth, cluttered with posters and gadgets. He sits on his bed, legs spread, a fresh pair of boxers discarded beside him. His cock, long and uncut, rests against his thigh. He takes it in his hand, feeling its weight, its heat. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his other hand playing with his balls. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips lifting off the bed. He's close, his body taut, his grip tight. With a groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum coating his hand and stomach.