Zack Randall, the boy next door with a naughty streak, finds himself alone with his thoughts and his pulsating erection. He slips off his glasses, a telltale sign of his intentions, and takes a seat, his eyes locked onto his rigid cock. With a hungry groan, he wraps his hand around his thickness, savoring the sensation of his velvety skin against his palm. His strokes are slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. As his pleasure mounts, Zack's grip tightens, his hand working feverishly to bring himself to the brink. His body trembles with anticipation, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, his cock pulsing as it coats his abs with his warm, sticky seed.