In the dim light of his room, a solo explorer discovers the pleasure of his own galaxy. His massive, veined cock tents his boxers, a prominent bulge in the iconic Star Wars pattern. He teases himself, rubbing his length through the fabric, before finally freeing it. He grips his shaft, his hand barely able to encompass its girth, and begins to stroke. His hips move in rhythm, his breathing growing ragged as he nears the edge. With a final thrust, he comes, his cum erupting like a supernova, painting his hand and the now ruined boxers with his sticky, white essence.