Tired and alone, a young man retreats to his room, the dim light casting long shadows. He kicks off his pants, his hand already stroking his growing erection. His eyes close, imagining the touch of another, his hand moving faster, his breath hitching. The room fills with the rhythmic sound of his hand on flesh, the smell of sweat and desire. His body tenses, a low groan escaping as he finds his release, streaks of white painting his stomach.