Exhausted from clubbing, Trace stumbles into his apartment, his mind buzzing with the night's encounters. Kicking off his shoes, he lights up a cigarette, his eyes locked onto the mirror. His reflection reveals a lean, toned twink, his shaved body glistening with a sheen of sweat. With a hungry groan, Trace strips, revealing his already hardening cock. He strokes it, his other hand cupping his smooth balls, as he takes long drags. His hips buck, fucking his fist as he picks up the pace, his breath hitching, smoke curling from his lips. He's a vision of solo gay pleasure, his body tensing as he nears climax, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, his gaze never leaving his reflection.