The dim light of the room casts long shadows, accentuating the young man's features as he lies back, his pajama pants tented by his growing erection. He tentatively reaches inside, his hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling the pulse of his desire. His strokes become more confident, his breathing more ragged, as he pictures the objects of his fantasies. The room echoes with his soft moans, the sound of his hand working his cock, and the wet suction of his lips as he bites down on them to stifle his cries. As he comes, his body convulses, his cock pulsing as he paints his stomach with his release, the room silent once more except for the sound of his ragged breaths.