In the quiet of his room, "Me Alone" finds solace in his own company, his hand a familiar and welcome companion. He takes his time, exploring his body with a practiced touch. He teases his nipples, feeling them harden, then trails his fingers down his abdomen, making it quiver. He wraps his hand around his cock, feeling it pulse with need. He strokes himself, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. He leans back, his head resting on the pillow, his body arching as he chases his pleasure. His breath comes in short gasps, his heart pounding as he finally finds his release, his body shaking with the force of it.