In the quiet of his room, he begins, a private dance of desire. He strips, the cool air kissing his naked skin. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, a slow, steady rhythm. His body responds, hips moving in time, breath coming in ragged gasps. He picks up the pace, his grip tightening, fingers exploring every inch of his hard, aching flesh. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills over, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.