In the quiet of his room, a young man loses himself in the simple pleasure of solo touch. His hand explores his body, tracing lines of muscle and sinew, igniting sparks of desire. He closes his eyes, imagining unseen hands, feeling an unseen touch. His breath hitches as he grips his hardening cock, stroking it with increasing urgency. The room fills with the rhythm of his pleasure, the soft sounds of his body moving, the wet sounds of his hand working his cock. He teases himself, drawing out the moment, until finally, he can't hold back. His body tenses, and he comes undone, painting his chest with his release.