In the quiet of his room, a young man finds solace in his own hands. He strips down, his breath hitching as he wraps his fingers around his hardening cock. The room fills with the rhythmic sound of his fist meeting flesh, his eyes closed in concentration. Precome beads at the tip, and he uses it to slick his strokes, his pace increasing. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes undone, ropes of cum painting his abs.