In the privacy of his room, a man loses himself in the pleasure of his own touch. His hand wraps around his stiff, pulsating cock, moving with confident, steady strokes. The air is thick with the scent of his musk, his groans echoing as he edges closer to release. He varies his pace, teasing himself, before picking up speed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, guttural moan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it paints his chest and stomach with ropes of white, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.