In the quiet of his room, a young man, hungry for touch, begins to explore his body. His cock, hard and eager, pulses in his hand as he strokes it languidly. He takes his time, running his fingers along the length, feeling the vein that throbs with desire. His other hand migrates south, cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their warmth. His breath comes in short gasps as he imagines hands other than his own, lips other than his, touching him, tasting him. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, his body tensing as he nears climax. With a final, shuddering exhale, he comes, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum onto his stomach.