A lone young man, his friends far away, turns to the comfort of his own touch. In the privacy of his room, he strips down, his eager cock standing at attention. He strokes it slowly, his fingers tracing the veins, feeling the pulse of his desire. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, sending shivers up his spine. He leans back, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of another as his hand works faster, his breath coming in short gasps. The tension builds, his body tense, until finally, with a low moan, he finds his release.