In the quiet of his room, he stands, his cock aching, yearning for touch. He looks around, loneliness gnawing at him, then decides to take matters into his own hand. Literally. He grips his cock, firm and steady, feeling the velvety skin against his palm. He strokes, slow and deliberate, his body responding to the intimate touch. His breath hitches, his heart races, as he chases his release, alone but content in his self-pleasure.