A man, alone in his apartment, decides to indulge in a private moment of pleasure. He retrieves a condom from his nightstand, unfurling it with a knowing grin. He shucks his pants, his cock already half-hard, and rolls the latex sheath onto his length. Spreading lube along the condom, he closes his eyes, imagining a lover's touch. He jerks himself off, the sensation of the rubber against his sensitive skin driving him wild. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he fantasizes about a tight, wet hole enveloping him. With a final, ragged breath, he comes, his cock throbbing within the condom. He removes it, knotting the end, and tosses it into the trash, a look of contentment on his face.