A lonely lad, craving touch, retreats to his room. His hard cock strains against his jeans, demanding attention. He unzips, letting it spring free, throbbing and eager. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath hitching as he picks up speed. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, making his hand glide easily. He closes his eyes, lost in fantasy, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate pump, he comes, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and belly, leaving him panting and spent.