The dim light of his room casts long shadows as he sits alone, his mind filled with thoughts that only he knows. His hand, tentative at first, moves to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. He unzips, his cock springing free, already hard and eager. He strokes it, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes locked onto the sight of his own flesh. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches, his strokes become faster, more urgent. His body tenses, his cock throbs, and with a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his cum spilling out, warm and satisfying.