Aloneness does not equate to loneliness for this young man. In the quiet of his space, he indulges in the forbidden fruit of self-love. His hands, rough yet gentle, caress every inch of his body, igniting a fire that burns bright in his eyes. As he takes his throbbing cock in hand, he imagines a thousand scenarios, each one more explicit than the last. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he races towards the edge, his solo dance ending in a burst of ecstasy, leaving him breathless and spent.