In the privacy of his room, a man loses himself in the simple pleasure of self-touch. He's clad in nothing but a pair of ankle socks, their cotton fabric rubbing against his skin as he sprawls out on the bed. His hand wraps around his hard cock, stroking it slowly, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. The room fills with the sound of his labored breathing and the soft squelch of his palm against his shaft. He's close, his body tensing, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, ropes of cum landing on his stomach and chest, some even reaching his socks.