In the quiet of his room, a young man, untouched by another's hand, takes matters into his own. His eyes flicker with hunger as he gazes at his reflection, appreciating the firmness of his body. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unzips, revealing his stiffening cock. He strokes, feeling the velvety softness, the rigid core. His breath hitches as he imagines a touch other than his own, a rhythm more varied. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he smears it, heightening his sensation. His grip tightens, moving faster, chasing the release. With a guttural moan, he spills, his hot cum painting his abdomen.