In the quiet of his room, he sheds his clothes, the cool air caressing his skin. He lies back, his hand wrapping around his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling the vein pulse beneath his fingers. He imagines the touch of a lover, the softness of a mouth, the tightness of a sheath. His movements quicken, his breath hitches, and with a low moan, he finds his release, painting his chest with his desire.