The young man, in the throes of puberty's storm, retreats to his room, his mind filled with images he shouldn't crave. He unzips his pants, his hand wrapping around his erection, a gasp escaping him at the contact. He strokes himself, his mind racing with taboo thoughts, his body tensing as he nears his release. In the quiet of his room, he finds solace in the guilty pleasure of his own touch.