In the quiet of his room, a young man succumbs to his desires. The clock ticks softly as he strips, his body flushed with anticipation. He sits, legs spread, and takes his cock in hand, the veins pulsing with need. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his breath hitching as he nears the edge. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his ass, drawing out the pleasure until he can't hold back any longer. His body tenses, a low groan escaping him as he comes undone, his cock pulsing in his hand.