The house is empty, but the young man's mind is anything but. His body aches with desire, and he knows there's only one way to ease the tension. "Solito aqui," he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he begins to touch himself. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his hand moving rapidly over his throbbing cock. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths, bodies, and the fantasy spurs him on, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.