Desperate for connection, he turns to himself, his cock standing at attention, a silent plea for satisfaction. He grips it tightly, his palm slick with sweat, as he begins a rhythmic dance, his hips bucking in time with his hand. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts of pleasure echoing off the walls. He pictures a lover, their bodies entwined, their breath mingling, as he chases the high, his cock pulsing as he spills over, his body shuddering with the force of his solo gay ecstasy.