The cool air of Stavanger nips at his skin as he stands, naked and unashamed, in the middle of his room. His thick, veiny cock stands at attention, a testament to his arousal. He wraps his hand around his meat, the heat contrasting with the chill of the room. He jerks his cock, his grip tight, his rhythm steady, his eyes locked on the task at hand. The sound of his hand working his cock fills the room, a symphony of his pleasure.