In the throes of puberty, a young boy finds himself overwhelmed by his urges. He retreats to his room, seeking solace in the darkness and the quiet. He strips naked, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and begins to touch himself, his fingers tracing the contours of his body. His mind is a whirlwind of images, each one more explicit than the last. He can't control it, this primal need, this hunger that consumes him. He gives in, surrendering to his body's demands, his cries echoing through the empty house as he reaches his climax.