Bored and alone, a man retreats to his room, the scent of leather and cologne lingering from his earlier adventures. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing the taut muscles beneath, and lets it fall to the floor. His hand drifts down, tracing the lines of his abs, before reaching his belt. He unbuckles it, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and lets his pants drop. Naked now, he stands before the full-length mirror, his reflection showing a man confident in his desires. He strokes his cock, already hard, and leans back, losing himself in the rhythm of his hand.