In the heart of London, a rough-around-the-edges British lad seeks solace in his own company. He's a faggot, proud and unapologetic, with a hunger that can't be sated by just any cock. He locks his door, kicks off his boots, and reveals his hard, throbbing dick. He's not interested in foreplay, he wants to feel his palm against his meat, his fist pumping furiously. He wants to hear the sound of his skin slapping against his cock, to feel the build-up of pressure, the intensity of his own touch.