In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed but familiar, begins his private ritual. He's alone, but the air is thick with anticipation. His hand, rough and calloused, wraps around his hardening cock, a slow, steady rhythm building. He's not rushed, enjoying the sensation of his flesh, the tension coiling in his belly. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, a low groan escaping his lips as he finally lets go, hot cum painting his abs in stripes.