In the quiet of his room, he begins, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He's here for Wirus74, to offer his tribute, to indulge in his secret pleasure. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing a soft groan from his lips. He can feel the heat building, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He adds a twist to his strokes, his hand slick with spit and precum, his body arching as he nears the edge. And then, with a loud moan, he comes, his body shuddering as he spills his seed, a tribute to his desire and Wirus74's command.