The house creaks and groans around him, the old building settling for the night. Yet, one door remains closed, the sounds of soft, rhythmic movements betraying the occupant's activities. Inside, the young man lies on his bed, his hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing erection. The room is bathed in the soft glow of his laptop, the pornographic images flickering across the screen driving him to greater heights of arousal. He grunts, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his hand moving faster, more urgently. With a final, desperate gasp, he comes, his body convulsing as he paints the sheets with his hot, sticky cum, the room filling with the scent of sex and sweat.