The sun beats down, its rays piercing through the window, igniting a fire within him. He's alone, the house empty, save for the ticking clock. His cock stands at attention, a bead of sweat trickling down its length. He wraps his fingers around it, the heat of his hand contrasting with the cool air. He pumps, his grip firm, his movements steady. His breath hitches, his heart races. He's close, so close. With a final stroke, he comes undone, his seed painting the floor, a testament to his solo, sizzling summer session.