Under the cloak of night, a young man finds solace in his own company, his hand wandering down to grip his hardening cock. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his wet palm sliding up and down his length, the scent of his pre-cum heavy in the air. His breath hitches as he feels the building pressure, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, firm stroke, he spills his load, his seed coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his private, gay indulgence.