In the quiet of his room, a young man, Of all the time, finds solace in his own touch. He begins with a gentle caress, his fingers tracing the length of his hardening cock. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down his spine. He takes his time, building a rhythm, his grip firm yet tender. His breath hitches as his pleasure mounts, his body tensing with each stroke. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the moment, his hand working feverishly. The room fills with his soft moans, a symphony of his own making, until he reaches his peak, his body convulsing as he finds his release.