Wes's room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that dance with his movements. He's been pent up, his body yearning for touch, for release. He decides to give in, his hand tentatively exploring his body, learning its curves and valleys. His touch grows more confident, more insistent, his breath coming in short gasps as he strokes his cock. His eyes flutter closed, his imagination taking him to places he's never been, his body responding to his fantasies. He feels the pleasure building, his grip tightening, his body tensing, until he finds his release, his body shuddering with the intensity of his solo session.