The room is a sanctuary of solitude, the perfect hideaway for the young man to indulge in his most intimate desires. He strips naked, his cock already hard and aching. He takes it in his hand, marveling at its length, its thickness, before beginning a slow, torturous stroke. He teases himself, running his hand up and down his shaft, pinching his nipple, squeezing his balls. He imagines the feel of a mouth around him, the tightness of an ass, the warmth of a pussy. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, so close, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shaking, his cum spilling over his hand.