With a swift glance at the locked door, he settles onto his bed, his heart pounding with anticipation. His hands, no longer idle, slip beneath the elastic of his boxers, freeing his engorged member. He strokes it, his grip firm, his rhythm steady, his eyes closed, imagining a lover's touch. His breath comes in short gasps, his body arching as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he spills over, his body relaxing as he rides out his solitary pleasure.