The twink's eyes flicker with desperation as he surveys the empty room, the party he'd been so excited for now a ghost town. He slumps onto a couch, his hand instinctively going to his crotch. He rubs himself through his jeans, feeling the beginnings of an erection. With a sigh, he unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. It's hard and ready, throbbing in his hand as he begins to stroke it. He imagines the party filled with hot, sweaty bodies, hands touching him, mouths on him, but for now, it's just him and his hand, the sound of his stroking filling the empty room.