Lost in the solitude of his room, a young man finds solace in the touch of his own body. He strips naked, the cool air kissing his skin, and lies back on his bed. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, stroking it slowly, feeling every vein and ridge. He closes his eyes, lost in a world of his own creation, his breath coming in soft gasps as he increases his pace. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the wet slap of his hand against his cock echoing in the silence. He brings himself to the edge, his body tensing, before finally letting go, his hot seed spilling over his hand.