The house is empty, leaving him alone with his raging hormones. He retreats to his room, his mind filled with forbidden thoughts. His cock tents his jeans, straining against the fabric. He unzips, freeing his huge, hard cock. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat and silkiness. He pumps, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, hard stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as cum spurts out, painting his hand and clothes in lewd streaks.