Wes, alone at home, finds solace in his own company. He retreats to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. The room is filled with the faint scent of sweat and the faint hum of his laptop, playing his favorite videos. He strips off his clothes, his cock already hard and ready. He begins to stroke it, slowly at first, then faster, his breathing growing heavier. He imagines the hands on his cock are someone else's, someone he's fantasized about for weeks. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He feels the familiar build-up, the tension in his balls, and with a final groan, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand and onto the floor.