In the quiet of his room, Vinnie lets his inhibitions fall away. He's alone, but his body aches for connection. He starts slow, running his hands over his smooth skin, feeling every contour. His cock responds, thickening and standing tall. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. His other hand wanders, exploring, teasing. He moans softly, his body writhing as he loses himself in the sensation. His grip tightens, his strokes become urgent. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he comes undone.