Jerry, alone in his dimly lit living room, sheds his clothes to reveal a lean, taut body. His cock, already half-hard, twitches as he strokes it slowly. The room is filled with the sound of his wet, sloppy strokes and the scent of his musk. He bites his lip, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His hand moves faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He grabs a nearby bottle of lube, slicking up his cock and ass, before sliding two fingers in, fucking himself as he jerks off. His moans fill the room as he cums, thick ropes of cum shooting onto his stomach.