Discreetly retreating to his room, young Sam closes the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He's alone, and he knows what he craves. His hands tentatively explore his lean body, fingers tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, before dipping beneath the waistband of his loose pants. He's hard, throbbing, and he can't help but moan softly as he wraps his hand around his length. He's not new to this, but there's always that thrill, that rush of adrenaline that courses through him as he begins to stroke. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his own world of pleasure, his body arching slightly with each pass of his hand.