Trai, in the throes of teenage angst, finds solace in his own touch. He arches his back, his body undulating like a wave as he brings himself to the brink. His mind races with fantasies, each one more intense than the last. He's a voyeur, a participant, a willing sacrifice to his own lust. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural groan, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of it.