Ricky, the party boy, returns home with a buzz and a boner. He kicks off his shoes, discards his clothes, and settles on his bed, his slender body sprawled out, his cock already at half-mast. He lazily strokes himself, his mind replaying the night's encounters. He remembers the flirtatious glances, the stolen touches, and the unspoken promises. His cock throbs in his hand as he picks up the pace, his breathing growing ragged. He reaches down, playing with his tight hole, imagining a thick cock pushing inside. His body tenses, his back arches, and with a final cry, he comes, his cum painting his stomach.