In the dimly lit room, our anonymous protagonist kneels, his naked form bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp. His hand, wrapped around his stiff cock, moves with a rhythm born of long practice. His grunts and the wet noises of his hand working his length fill the silence. The air grows heavy with the scent of sex. His body tightens, and with a guttural moan, he comes undone. Thick ropes of cum arc through the air, landing on his chest and stomach, marking his solo triumph in the most primal way possible.