The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. A young man sits on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes locked onto the porn playing on his laptop. He's alone, but the way he's touching himself, it's like he's putting on a show. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his thumb rubbing circles around the head of his cock. He's lost in the moment, his body tense, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills onto the bedsheets.