Jake Harvey, isolated in his room, succumbs to his carnal cravings. His calloused hands explore his muscular frame, tracing the lines of his abs and the curve of his ass. His cock, already hard, juts out, begging for attention. He wraps his grip around it, pulling and pushing, his hips bucking in rhythm. He closes his eyes, pictures playing in his mind, driving him wild. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, his strokes faster. With a guttural moan, he comes undone, his seed spilling out, coating his hand and cock.