Alone in his cluttered lair, a lanky, pale man begins his ritual. His pants hit the floor, and his average cock springs free, already half-hard. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft as he starts to pump. His eyes roll back, lost in his fantasy. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, desperate tug, he comes undone, his cum splattering onto the worn carpet, a testament to his solo symphony of pleasure.