Vay, in the privacy of his room, indulges in a secret pleasure. He sits back on his bed, his eyes closed, his hand slowly moving beneath the covers. He imagines the soft touch of a lover's hand, the gentle caress of skin against skin, as he strokes his cock to a full erection. The room is filled with the sounds of his quiet moans and the soft rustling of the sheets as he moves, his body tensing with each movement. He takes his time, drawing out the pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears his climax. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, a testament to his hidden desires.