The room is dim, the only sound the soft rhythm of his hand against his cock. He's alone, but not lonely, as he takes his time exploring his body, his cock hard and ready. He traces the head with his thumb, spreading the pre-cum, then grips the shaft, pumping slowly, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his strokes becoming more insistent, his grip tighter. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his belly, and with a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with the force of his release.