I7bernard, in the quiet solitude of his room, indulges in his late afternoon ritual. His eyes, hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses, feast on the explicit content on his laptop screen. His hand, trembling with anticipation, slips beneath his sweatpants, stroking his growing erection. His breath hitches as his fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. The room fills with his quiet moans, a symphony of his private pleasure.