The young man's room is a sanctuary of desire, the air thick with the scent of his arousal. He's been walking around with a constant ache in his groin, his cock twitching at the slightest provocation. Now, finally alone, he gives in to his urges. He's a vision of carnal delight, his toned body naked, his cock standing proud and ready. He spits into his palm, lubricating his shaft, and begins to stroke, his grip firm and purposeful. His hips buck, fucking his fist, his body tensing as he nears the edge. He moans, a low, guttural sound, as he comes, his cock painting his chest and abs with thick, ropes of cum.