In the dim light of the moon, the young gay man, nestled in his bed, cannot resist the urge. His hands, with a mind of their own, travel down his torso, pausing briefly to tweak his hardening nipples before continuing their descent. He gasps as his fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, the heat of his own palm sending shivers down his spine. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, his body arching with each upward thrust of his hips. His fingers trace the vein along the underside, the sensitive spot just beneath the head, drawing out his pleasure until he can't hold back any longer. With a stifled cry, he comes, his body shaking with the force of his release, his cock pulsing in his hand.