In the quiet of his room, a young man seeks solace in his own touch. He starts slowly, his fingers tracing the lines of his body, his breath catching as he reaches his throbbing cock. He wraps his hand around it, his strokes steady and sure, his hips moving in time with his hand. His eyes close, his head tilting back as he loses himself in the sensation. His breathing becomes ragged, his strokes more urgent, as he chases his release. Finally, with a low groan, he finds it, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand.