In the dead of night, a young man seeks refuge in his room, the house silent around him. He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a youth on the cusp of manhood, his body lean and hungry. He reaches out, tracing the lines of his body, feeling the heat that radiates from him. His hand wraps around his cock, already hard and aching, and he begins to stroke, his movements slow and deliberate. He leans back, his head resting on the cool glass of the mirror, his eyes closed as he loses himself in the sensation. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until he can hold back no longer, his body convulsing as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand.