In the dead of night, Brendan, restless and yearning, seeks solace in his own touch. The room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, he strips down to nothing, his hard cock throbbing with anticipation. He strokes it slowly, his breath hitching as he imagines forbidden scenarios. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his shaft, his grip tightening as he approaches the edge. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he spills his load, his cum painting stripes on his abs. Sated, he collapses back onto his bed, his heart still racing.