A young man, fresh-faced and innocent-looking, finds himself alone in his house. The silence is deafening, and his hormones are raging. He locks his door, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He starts slowly, teasing himself through his boxers, feeling his growing hardness. He sheds his clothes, and his cock stands proud, eager for his touch. He spits into his hand, lubing it up, and starts to jerk off, his grip tight, his pace quickening. His moans fill the room, echoing off the walls, as he brings himself to the brink. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he painting his chest and belly with his seed.