The young man's room is filled with the quiet sounds of his pleasure, the rustle of fabric and the soft moans that escape his lips. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tightening as he nears his climax. His body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, and then he finds his release, his body shuddering as he spills his seed into his pajama pants. In the aftermath, he lies there, his body still tingling, a sense of contentment washing over him.