In the dimly lit room, the young man stands, his heart pounding in his chest. He's alone, but the thrill of potential discovery only heightens his arousal. His cock tents his boxers, and he can't resist any longer. He pushes the fabric down, his dick springing free, hard and ready. He wraps his hand around it, a groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His rhythm is steady, sure, his grip firm. He closes his eyes, his mind filling with lurid images, his body responding to his own touch. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his stomach, his balls drawing up tight. With a final, desperate tug, he comes, his cock pulsing, his release coating his hand and stomach. He's left panting, his body spent, his mind at peace.