In the hush of his room, a lanky, young man, naked and alone, takes his throbbing member in hand. His eyes flutter closed as he begins to stroke, feeling the velvety skin glide over his engorged flesh. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as his pace quickens. The scent of his musk fills the air, a heady perfume that spurs him on. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his hips jerking forward as he erupts, thick, white ropes painting his stomach.