The gay amateur finds himself alone in the house, the silence broken only by the ticking of the clock. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He knows what he wants, and he knows no one is here to stop him. He pulls off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down to reveal his already hardening cock. He sits on the bed, legs spread, and begins to touch himself, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His breath comes in short gasps, his body writhing as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge, until with a final cry, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand.