The house is empty, and the young man is alone with his thoughts, which inevitably drift to the taboo. He locks his door, his heart pounding as he begins to touch himself, his hands exploring his body with newfound curiosity. His cock stands at attention, throbbing with need as he strokes it, his mind filling with illicit images. His breathing grows ragged, his hips bucking as he nears his climax, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release, his body trembling with the intensity of his solo ecstasy.