Under the soft glow of his bedside lamp, our protagonist begins his nightly ritual, appreciating the feel of his strong, calloused hand on his rock-hard shaft. He leans back, legs spread wide, and lets out a low, guttural moan as he picks up speed, his balls tightening in response. The room fills with the slick sounds of his palm gliding up and down his spit-slicked length, the scent of his musk heavy in the air. With a final, desperate thrust into his fist, he comes undone, ropes of hot cum splattering onto his heaving chest.