In the quiet of his room, a young man, his body lean and smooth, sits alone with his thoughts. His hand drifts down to his crotch, feeling the growing bulge there. He unzips his jeans, releasing his hardening cock into the cool air. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of another. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tight, his wrist twisting with each pass. He leans back, his body tensing, as he brings himself closer to the edge.