In the dim light of his room, a man lost in his own world, he begins to touch himself. His fingers trace the length of his shaft, feeling every vein, every ridge, as he grows harder. He imagines a lover's hands, a lover's mouth, and his strokes become more urgent, more insistent. He leans back, legs spread, and brings his other hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers, wetting them before bringing them to his ass. He moans, loud and long, as he pushes them inside, fucking himself with his hand as he continues to stroke his cock. His body shudders, and with a cry, he comes, his cum splattering onto his stomach, his chest heaving as he rides out his orgasm.