Milo, alone in his room, his body aching with teenage hormones, decides to give in to his desires. He strips naked, his eyes drawn to his enormous, veiny cock, already half-hard. He runs his fingers through his thick, dark bush, then grips his shaft, beginning a slow, torturous rhythm. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He imagines a lover's touch, his fantasy fueling his desire. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he releases, his cum splattering onto the bedsheets, leaving him panting and grinning, his body finally at peace.