Alone in his room, he indulges in his deepest fantasies, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. He imagines another man's touch, another man's mouth, another man's body pressed against his. His strokes become more fervent, more desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, with a cry, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and stomach with warm, sticky cum.