In the quiet of his dorm room, a college lad finds solace in his own hands. He strips down to his boxers, the tension of exams palpable. With a sigh, he frees his hardening cock, the soft skin sliding easily with a generous helping of lube. His strokes are steady, building a rhythm that matches his racing thoughts. He imagines the cheerleaders, the professors, even the librarian, each fantasy pushing him closer to the edge.