In the quiet of his room, he surrenders to his gay desires, his hand a poor substitute for another's touch but a welcome relief nonetheless. His gaze flicks to the mirror, watching his reflection as he pleasures himself. He imagines another's hands on him, another's mouth, another's body pressed against his. His strokes become more aggressive, more urgent, his breathing ragged. As he edges closer to release, he lets out a guttural moan, his hips bucking as he spills his load, his seed coating his fist and dripping down his shaft.