A twink's cry for help goes unanswered, but his lust doesn't fade. He retreats to his room, closing the door behind him. His hands roam, feeling the heat of his skin, the stiffness of his cock. He jerks off, his strokes urgent, his body writhing. He's lost in the fantasy of his friend's touch, his friend's cock. He's close, so close, but he wants more. He wants to feel full, stretched. He reaches for his toy, a poor substitute, but it'll have to do.