Forgoing human touch, he turns to his trusted rubber friend. The condom slides on, a tight, smooth embrace. His hand, slick with lube, grips his cock, moving in a steady, hypnotic rhythm. The sound of rubber against skin, the smell of sex, the anticipation of release - it's an intoxicating solo symphony. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills his essence, the condom filled with his pent-up desire.