In the soft glow of his bedside lamp, a young man, alone and unchaperoned, gives in to his primal urges. He strips off his shirt, his pants soon following, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He tentatively touches himself through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he reveals his erection, thick and eager. He wraps his hand around it, groaning softly as he begins to stroke. His body writhes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases his climax, finally finding it and painting his chest with his seed.