Fresh from the shower, he towel-dries his toned body, beads of water still clinging to his skin. The cool air tickles his warm flesh, awakening a hunger. Alone in the house, he gives in to temptation, retreating to his bedroom. The room is filled with the scent of soap and the soft sounds of his own breath. He settles onto the bed, his hand wrapping around his semi-hard cock. With a groan, he begins to stroke, his body remembering the rhythm. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his nipples, exploring the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The pleasure builds, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tense. With a final stroke, he comes, his cum spilling out, his body shuddering with the force of his release.