Hidden from the world, a young man indulges in his forbidden fruit. In the dim light, he watches his reflection, his body responding to the sight of his own naked form. He spreads his legs, his hand migrating south, his fingers finding their target. He teases himself, his breaths coming in short gasps, his eyes locked on his reflection. He imagines a touch more assertive, more demanding, driving his movements. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his body arching off the bed. His release comes in a rush, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing, his eyes closing as he sinks into the afterglow.