The house is quiet, the guests gone, leaving our lonely reveler to his own devices. He slips into his room, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. His eyes flick to the clock, the numbers changing to midnight. He unzips, his hard cock springing free, already eager for the new year. He grips it tightly, his hand gliding up and down, his breath growing ragged. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he coating his abs with his delicious cum, a symbol of his fresh start.