Dave, alone in his room, finds solace in his own touch. He unzips his jeans, releasing his throbbing cock, already leaking with anticipation. He strokes it gently, feeling the vein pulse beneath his fingertips. His grip tightens, matching the rhythm of his racing heart. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, wet with pre-cum. He groans, his body tensing as he nears the edge, before finally exploding, painting his chest with warm, sticky ropes of cum.