Bored and alone, a young man decides to entertain himself in the most intimate way. He logs onto Skype, his eyes scanning the screen for a suitable companion. Finding none, he takes matters into his own hands, literally. He leans back, his hand discreetly rubbing his growing bulge, a soft moan escaping his lips. His strokes become firmer, more urgent, as he closes his eyes, lost in his own fantasy. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final thrust, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling onto his hand.