In the dim, quiet confines of his room, a young man, unnamed but for his solace in solitude, begins his private ritual. His hand, tentative at first, then firm, strokes his rigid cock. His eyes flutter closed, lost in fantasies of forbidden fruit, as pre-cum beads at his tip. He imagines rough, eager hands replacing his own, a thick, pulsing cock invading his tight, virgin hole. His breath hitches, his strokes quicken, and with a guttural groan, he releases, his cum painting his abs in thick, white streaks.