Zach retreats to his bedroom, the door closed behind him, seeking solitude and satisfaction. He sits on the edge of his bed, his hands trembling slightly as he unzips his jeans, his cock already hard and eager. He pushes his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them, his naked body exposed. He wraps his hand around his cock, feeling the heat and the pulse of it. He strokes himself, his thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that's already leaking out. His breath hitches as he feels the pleasure building, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. He leans back on the bed, his body arching as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.