The house, a silent witness to his solitary pleasure, watches as the young man, naked and unashamed, takes his pleasure into his own hands. The air is thick with the scent of his arousal, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pleasures himself. His hand, slick with his own saliva, slides up and down his shaft, twisting and turning, teasing and tormenting. His other hand wanders, exploring the sensitive flesh of his balls, his ass, his thighs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He's a master of his own pleasure, a solo symphony of lust, as he brings himself to the brink and then, with a final, shuddering cry, tips himself over the edge.