Daniel, a young man of few words, finds himself alone in his room, his mind a whirlwind of fantasies. He's a solo artist today, his body his only canvas. He starts slow, teasing himself, his hands roaming over his chest, his breath hitching as he imagines unseen hands touching him. His cock tents his jeans, begging for release. He unzips, his hand wrapping around his length, stroking in long, steady movements. His eyes are closed, lost in his own world, his body tensing as he nears the edge. He bites his lip, a low groan escaping as he comes undone.