In the quiet of the morning, the teen boy's room fills with the rhythmic sounds of his hand meeting his stiff cock. His whitesocks-clad feet twitch with each thrust, his grip tightening as he approaches the edge. The room is filled with the scent of pre-cum and the soft, wet sounds of his solo pleasure. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure subside.