The house is silent, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of the curtains in the cool night breeze. The late hour hasn't dampened the young man's desire, however. He's alone in his room, his body aching for touch. He spreads his legs, his hand wrapping around his hard cock, the pre-cum already beading at the tip. He pumps himself, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge.