In the privacy of his room, he lets go. Clad in nothing but a loose tee, he grips his thick cock, feeling its pulse against his palm. The head is already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the soft bedside lamp. He works it slowly at first, eyes closed, lost in sensation. But soon, the rhythm picks up, his grip tightens, and he's chasing that high, that release. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he spills his load, painting his torso with white streaks.