In the quiet of his room, a young man finds solace in his own hands. His breath hitches as he strokes his rigid cock, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. The room fills with the sound of his hand working his length, the wet slap of skin on skin. His eyes roll back as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final thrust, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his abdomen as he gasps for breath, spent and satisfied.