In the quiet of his room, the young man's body aches for release. He strips bare, his cock already hard and weeping, eager for his touch. He lies back, his eyes closed, imagining the hands on his flesh belonging to someone else. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. He imagines a mouth, hot and wet, enveloping him, and his pace quickens. His moans fill the room, a symphony of his desire. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his seed, his body shuddering with the force of his release.