Will Ravage, a young man of few words, finds himself alone in his room, the heat of the day stirring desires he can't ignore. His hand wanders, sliding beneath his shorts to grip his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, the sound of his hand working his meat filling the room. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his strokes, his grip tightening. His body tenses, muscles clenching as he nears the edge. With a groan, he spills his seed, his body shuddering with the force of his release.