In the quietude of his room, he begins, his cock already aching with need. He spits into his palm, lubricating his shaft, and starts a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes close, imagining the softness of a woman's touch, the tightness of a wet pussy. His strokes become faster, more urgent. He hears the sound of his hand against his cock, the sound of his own pleasure. He feels the pressure building, his cock throbbing, ready to release. He cups his hand underneath, catching his load as it shoots out, filling his palm with warm, sticky cum. He brings his hand to his mouth, tasting his reward, a smile playing on his lips.