Alone in his room, a young man finds solace in the heat of his own touch. With a flick of his wrist, he discards his clothes, revealing a body honed by time and desire. His cock, already hard and ready, jerks as he wraps his hand around it. He strokes, slow and steady, his other hand exploring the planes of his chest, the sensitive peaks of his nipples. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He imagines unseen hands, unseen mouths, driving him higher, closer to the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills over his fingers, his body wracked with shudders of pleasure.