Jhonny Gab's body aches with an insatiable hunger as he emerges from slumber. The room is bathed in a soft, golden light, accentuating the curve of his muscles and the growing bulge in his boxers. His hand, almost of its own accord, begins to explore, tracing the lines of his abs, the V of his hips, before cupping the growing hardness. He can't help but imagine the touch of a lover, the sensation of wet, warm lips enveloping him, pushing him closer to the edge.