The young man stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a face flushed with desire. His hands, shaking slightly, push down his pants, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He wraps his fingers around it, feeling the pulse of his own heartbeat. His strokes are slow at first, savoring the sensation, but soon they quicken, his need growing. His hips thrust forward, matching the rhythm of his hand, as he imagines the touch of another, the feel of a warm, wet mouth enveloping him. The room grows hazy, his vision tunnel, as he nears his peak, his body tensing in anticipation of the impending explosion.