Eric's room is filled with the rhythmic sound of his hand meeting flesh. His cock, thick and aching, is in his firm grip. He's young, but he knows what he wants. His mind races with images of hairy men, their chests heaving, their cocks ready for him. He can't hold back much longer. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. His body tenses, and with a low moan, he comes undone, his cum painting his room in white stripes, a testament to his intense pleasure.