The teen's room is dim, the air heavy with his scent. He's alone, but his body yearns for touch. He runs his hands over his hairy chest, down to his cock, already hard and ready. He strokes himself, his thumb rubbing over the head, his grip tight. His other hand wanders, pinching his nipples, teasing his balls. He's lost in his own world, his body on fire, his cock throbbing. He comes with a low moan, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach and hand.