The house is empty, and he's left alone with his thoughts and desires. He retreats to his bedroom, the scent of his own musk already filling the air. His hand finds its way into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing cock. He's rough, needy, as he jerks himself off, his mind filled with lurid images. His body tenses, and he lets out a guttural groan, his cum shooting out and staining his shirt. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then cleans up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.