The quiet of the early morning is shattered by the sound of a young man's heavy breathing. He's on his knees, his body slick with sweat, his hand a blur as it works his rigid cock. He's exploring every inch of his hard length, his thumb swirling around the head, his grip tight. His other hand is busy too, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He's lost in his pleasure, his moans echoing off the empty walls, his body tensing as he nears his climax.