The living room drowned in a thick, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic thumping of bass and wet, slapping sounds emanating from the television. A blue, flickering light washed over the walls, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched toward the ceiling. He sank into the depths of the leather couch, a half-empty can of beer gripped in his hand. He wore a gray tank top that clung to his chest and a pair of loose blue boxers. The fabric of the boxers strained, unable to contain the thick, pulsing vein of his erection that poked stubbornly through the cotton.