The soft glow of the setting sun casts long shadows across his room as he sits, legs spread wide, inviting the cool air to caress his heated skin. His hand, tentative at first, learns the contours of his body, exploring the curve of his ass, the tightness of his hole, before wrapping around his throbbing cock. He moans, the sound echoing in the empty room, as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking in time with his strokes. The sweet tension builds, coiling in his core, and with a guttural cry, he comes undone, his seed spilling forth, marking his passage into manhood.