In the quiet of his room, a young man stands before the mirror, his reflection staring back at him, hungry and wanting. He wraps his hand around his rigid pene, the skin smooth and hot to the touch. He begins to move, his hand a blur, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. His body arches, his breath coming in short gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his hand moving faster, until finally, with a cry, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand, his body shuddering with the force of his release.