In the quiet of his room, a young man, unnamed and unseen, begins his private ritual. His hand, tentative at first, explores his body, tracing lines of muscle and sinew,pause at his growing erection. He wraps his fingers around his cock, feeling its heat, its pulse. His breath hitches as he begins to stroke, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His body undulates, his hips bucking as he chases his release, a low moan escaping his lips as he finds it, his seed spilling over his hand.