In the quiet of his room, he closes his eyes, letting his imagination run wild. His uncut cock throbs in his hand, pre-cum leaking from the tip. He rubs it in, using it as lube, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth he craves. His strokes become more urgent, his body tensing as he chases his orgasm. With a low moan, he finds it, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, painting his hand and stomach with his spent desire.