In the quiet of his room, a young man, untouched by another's hands, takes matters into his own. He starts slowly, teasing himself through his clothes, his hardness evident. His breath hitches as he frees himself, the cool air a stark contrast to his heated skin. He wraps his hand around his length, stroking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. His body responds, muscles tightening, breath coming in short gasps. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in his own pleasure, his hand moving in a rhythm as old as time.