He locks his door, a ritualistic act before his nightly solace. His hands, no longer shy, know exactly where to go, stripping off his clothes with practiced ease. His cock stands at attention, eager for his touch. He spits into his palm, the sound echoing in the silent room, and begins to stroke. His imagination runs wild, painting vivid scenes of lust and desire. His breathing grows ragged, his grip tighter, until he can't hold back any longer. With a final stroke, he comes, his body shuddering with release, his semen spilling over his hand. He leans back, sated, ready to face another day.