Lost in his thoughts, he retreats to the quiet of his room, the echoes of the day's anxieties still ringing in his ears. He sits on the edge of his bed, his hand instinctively finding its way to his crotch. He unzips his pants, his breath quickening as he wraps his fingers around his growing erection. His strokes are slow at first, tentative, but they soon gain confidence and speed. His moans fill the room as he pictures scenes of forbidden desire, his body tensing as he approaches the brink. With a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his fist.