In the quiet of his room, he begins, his hand wrapping around his stiff cock. Each stroke is a symphony, a dance of pleasure. He imagines her touch, her soft hands, her eager mouth. His grip tightens, speeding up, his breath coming in short gasps. His body tenses, every muscle taut as a bowstring. Then, release. His cock pulses, painting his chest with warm, white stripes, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.