In the quiet of his room, a young man, untouched by time or experience, succumbs to his carnal desires. His eyes, reflecting the soft glow of his laptop, are locked onto the taboo images flashing before him. His hand, tentative at first, begins to explore his hardening member, tracing the vein that pulses with youthful vigor. He strokes himself, slowly, tentatively, as if learning the rhythm of his own body.