In the quiet of his room, he stands tall, his cock straining against his boxers. He frees it, letting it spring forth, eager for his touch. He worships it, running his hands up and down its length, feeling it pulse with desire. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As he nears his climax, he leans back, letting his cum paint his chest, a solitary celebration of his body's pleasure.