The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of his own arousal. His hand knows the path well, tracing the length of his shaft, feeling every vein, every ridge. His breath hitches as he imagines forbidden scenes, his cock pulsing in his hand. He pictures the soft curves of a woman, the tight heat of a mouth, the slick slide of a pussy. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a guttural moan, he comes, his cum spilling out, a testament to his private, solo symphony of desire.