The clock strikes midnight, and in the quiet of his room, a young man can't resist the urge any longer. He kicks off his covers, his hand instinctively going to his bulging boxers. With a moan, he pulls out his throbbing cock, the head glistening with pre-cum. He begins to stroke, his hand moving in a tight, rhythmic grip. His breath hitches as he feels the pleasure build, his body tensing as he nears the edge. The room is filled with the sound of his hand moving over his slick flesh, the smell of sex heavy in the air.