Atlanta's nightlife might be legendary, but this bisexual freak prefers his own company. In the quiet of his apartment, he becomes a master of his domain, his body his playground. He starts slow, his hands caressing his skin, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. His exploration becomes more intense, his grip tighter, his strokes more insistent. He's a study in contrast, his body tensing and relaxing in rhythmic waves, his moans a symphony of pleasure. The city outside might be alive, but his world is narrowed down to the sensation of his own touch, his own pleasure, his own release.