Lost in his thoughts, the young man finds himself alone in his room, the humdrum of the day dissipating, leaving him with nothing but his own company. His hand wanders, tracing the lines of his body, feeling the familiar contours. His breath hitches as he discovers the sweet spot, the one that makes his hips buck involuntarily. He knows he shouldn't, but the pleasure is too enticing, too consuming. His strokes become firmer, more insistent, his grip tight, as he chases the release he knows is coming.