A young man, in the throes of adolescence, finds himself alone with his thoughts and his desires. His room, filled with the remnants of his youth - posters of sports heroes, a desk cluttered with schoolbooks - becomes his sanctuary. He lies back on his bed, his hand wandering down to the bulge in his jeans. He's hard, impossibly so, and he can't help but groan as he frees himself from the confines of his clothing. His hand wraps around his length, stroking firmly, his hips lifting off the bed as he chases the pleasure that only he can give himself. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his seed spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.