The room is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The young man, his body glistening, sits on the edge of the bed, his cock standing at attention. He spits into his hand, lubing up his length before starting a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his fantasy, as his strokes become faster, more urgent. His body tenses, and with a guttural moan, he comes, his cum pulsing out, leaving him panting and spent.