In the quiet of his room, a young man, uninhibited by any presence, begins to explore his body. His hand traces the lines of his chest, down to his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, building up a rhythm. His breath hitches as he imagines unseen hands, unseen lips. His strokes quicken, his grip tightens. His body tenses, his abdomen clenches, and with a low moan, he releases, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his stomach and chest.