In the dim light of his private sanctuary, a man stands naked, his cock already hard and eager. He takes it in his hand, feeling the pulse of life beneath his touch. His strokes are slow, deliberate, a worship of his own flesh. He imagines hands other than his own, lips, tongues, fantasies that fuel his desire. His balls tighten, his breath comes in short gasps, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing streams of cum onto the floor, a testament to his private pleasure.