In the quiet of his room, a man, unseen but for his bare shoulders and arms, leans back against the headboard. His hand gradually descends, disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers. His breathing deepens as he strokes his growing erection, his grip firm and steady. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, his moans low and guttural. His other hand reaches up, pinching and rolling a nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of electricity through his body. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands on him, their mouth around him, as he continues to pleasure himself, his pace quickening, his breath coming in short gasps. Finally, with a low groan, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he spills his seed.