Trapped in his room, Dickslanger102's urges consume him. The empty house echoes with his lonely thoughts, until he can't resist any longer. He needs somebody, anybody, to quench his thirst. With a deep breath, he pulls out his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly, imagining warm, wet lips wrapped around it. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, as he fucks his fist, craving the release only another body can provide.