In the quiet of his room, a young lad, anonymous and untouched, succumbs to the primal call of his hormones. He strips off his clothes, revealing a lean, toned body, and sits back, legs spread, his hard cock throbbing with need. His hand wraps around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling the velvet softness of his skin. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking slightly, lost in the sensation. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he spreads it around, using it as lubricant, his grip tightening. His eyes flutter closed, his mind filled with fantasies of tight, wet holes and eager, willing partners. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears his peak, his strokes becoming frantic. With a low groan, he comes, his seed spilling out, coating his hand and stomach.