In the quiet of his apartment, he locks the door, his mind filled with thoughts of forbidden pleasures. He undresses, his cock standing proud, a beacon of his lust. He squirts lotion into his palm, the scent filling the room. He grips his cock, the lotion making his strokes smooth, his pleasure intense. He's lost in his fantasy, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close, when suddenly, the door opens. Startled, he freezes, his cock pulsing, a mix of lotion and semen spilling onto his hand and belly, his pleasure interrupted, but not ruined.