In the dim light of his room, a young man finds solace in his own touch. He starts slowly, tracing the outline of his cock through his pants, feeling it harden at his touch. He unbuttons his fly, letting his cock spring free, already glistening at the tip. He wraps his hand around it, his grip tight, his strokes steady. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, his breathing growing ragged as he nears his climax. With a final stroke, he comes, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing in his hand.