In the hushed stillness of his room, a young man finds solace in his own touch. His hand explores his body, tracing the contours of his chest, pausing at his nipples, before descending to the throbbing erection that tents his boxers. He strokes himself, his breath hitching as pleasure courses through him. His eyes flutter closed, his mind painting vivid images that fuel his desire. He is his own fantasist, his own lover, and in this private moment, he is complete.