The house is silent, save for the rhythmic sound of a man's pleasure. His voice, low and guttural, fills the void, a testament to his solitary indulgence. His hand, slick with spit and pre-cum, pumps furiously, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. A final, loud groan escapes him as he comes, his seed spilling out, marking his solo performance.