Alex, a lanky, tattooed man in his early twenties, finds himself home alone on a lazy afternoon. The house is quiet, the only sound the hum of the old refrigerator. He's been feeling restless, his body aching for release. He decides to take matters into his own hands, literally. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, letting them pool on the floor. His cock stands at attention, ready for his touch. He starts slow, his hand barely grazing the tip, sending shivers down his spine. He's in no rush, enjoying the sensation, the anticipation. He knows he has all the time in the world.