Under the soft glow of his bedside lamp, a young man succumbs to his carnal desires. His fingers trace the length of his shaft, feeling the pulse of life beneath his skin. He imagines hands other than his own, lips that aren't his, voices that whisper filthy promises. His strokes become feverish, his body arching as he chases the sweet oblivion of climax, his hot seed spilling onto his hand, a testament to his solitary pleasure.