With a sigh, the young man retreats to his sanctuary, the closet, his balls heavy with unspent seed. He kicks off his shoes, unzips his jeans, and lets his stiff cock spring free. It's just him and his hand, a familiar dance of desire. He grips his dick, feeling the veins pulse beneath his fingers. His strokes are firm, purposeful, his breathing picking up pace. He's chasing that high, that sweet release. With a guttural moan, he reaches it, his cum splattering onto the floor, a testament to his solo indulgence.