The young man, alone with his thoughts and desires, takes his hard cock out, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his need. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the weight, the thickness, the length. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the release he craves. His mind fills with fantasies, his body responds, his cock leaks pre-cum, making his hand slick. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, his ragged breaths, his low moans. He tightens his grip, speeds up his strokes, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum spilling out, marking his solo pleasure.