Xavier, in a private world of his own, indulges in a solo performance. His hand replaces the touch of another, exploring his body with a newfound intimacy. He teases his sensitive flesh, his breath coming in quick gasps as he builds towards his climax. The tension in his body increases, his muscles taut as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he crosses the threshold into bliss, his body convulsing as he coats his hand with his warm, sticky seed.