The young man, bound by the confines of his room, turns to his most primal urges for solace. His cock, hard and aching, tents his boxers, the fabric damp with his precum. He pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free, thick and veined. He wraps his hand around it, stroking from base to tip, his breath coming in short gasps. He leans back, his eyes closed, his body tensing as he brings himself to the edge. With a low groan, he spills his load, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body shuddering with the force of his release.