In the quiet of his home, a dark-haired man finds solace in his own touch. His hands, strong and sure, roam his body, tracing the lines of his tattoos, teasing his nipples to hard peaks. He grips his cock, thick and veined, and begins to stroke. His eyes flutter closed, his senses heightened, as he loses himself in the rhythm. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until he's gasping, his body tensing as he finds his release, his cock pulsing, painting his abdomen with his creamy, white seed.