The house empty and silent, a young man finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. He locks his door, the click echoing in the stillness, and begins to undress, his heart pounding in his chest. He lies back on his bed, his cock already hard and aching, and wraps his hand around it, his grip tight and sure. He imagines scenarios, his mind painting vivid pictures that make his breath come faster and his body arch into his touch. He explores every inch of himself, his fingers dipping into his slit, his ass, his mouth, until he can't take it anymore. With a final cry, he comes, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.