In the dim light of his room, a young man, alone with his thoughts, succumbs to the primal urge. He tentatively touches his hardening cock, feeling its pulsating heat. His strokes become bolder, more rhythmic, as he loses himself in the sensation. His breath hitches, and his grip tightens, coaxing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. He imagines a pair of soft hands, a warm mouth, anything but his own, as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills his load, leaving him spent and guilty, yet yearning for more.