The young man, clad only in loose boxers, sits on the edge of his bed, his eyes closed as he loses himself in the rhythm of his self-pleasure. His cock, hard and aching, juts out from his body, his hand working it with practiced ease. He imagines a lover's touch, the softness of a mouth, the tight heat of a body enveloping him. His strokes become more urgent, his hips lifting off the bed as he chases his release. With a low groan, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his essence.