Unrestrained and alone, a young man finds solace in the simple act of self-pleasure. In the dim light of his room, he stands, his hand already working his stiff cock through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He pushes them down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He takes it in his hand, his grip tight, his strokes steady. His other hand finds its way to his balls, cupping and squeezing them gently. He leans back, his head resting against the wall, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax. He moans softly, his cock pulsing in his hand as he comes, his release painting his stomach with thick, white streaks.