The house echoes with an emptiness that mirrors the void within him. His heart races, not from exertion, but from the intense longing that consumes him. He's a bottom, hungry for a top to satisfy his cravings, and today, he's all alone. His eyes close, envisioning the sensation of a hard, pulsating rola stretching his tight, eager hole, the intense pleasure-pain of being filled completely. His body aches with need, his fingers inching towards his desperate, dripping hole, ready to substitute for the real thing he so desperately craves.