In the quiet of his room, our young man finds solace in his own touch. Off in his own world, he begins to stroke his lengthening cock, lost in thought. His hand moves with practiced ease, the sound of his skin against skin filling the room. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips lifting off the bed. His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he comes undone, his release coating his hand and stomach.