Uncut and eager, the young man retreats to his room, closing the door behind him. His heart races as he strips, the cool air brushing against his firm, smooth skin. He sprawls on the bed, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock. He strokes, his grip tight and steady, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his body tensing as he nears the edge. A low groan escapes him as he feels the first wave of pleasure wash over him, his cock pulsing as he cums, his load spilling over his hand and onto the sheets.