Ayden's young lover retreats to his room, the house quiet and empty. He closes the door, his heart racing as he thinks about the dirty thoughts that have been consuming him. He strips off his clothes, his cock already hard, and lies back on the bed. He spreads his legs, his fingers tentatively touching his tight hole. He imagines a big, black cock stretching him open, filling him completely. He strokes his cock, his hips bucking as he fucks his fist, his cries echoing through the room as he comes, his cum spilling out over his hand.