In the quiet of his room, he finds his solace. His cock, hard and aching, demands release. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulse of life. His movements are slow, deliberate, each stroke a testament to his desire. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths that haven't touched his flesh. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand with his spend.