Alone in his lair, a young man seeks refuge in the rhythmic motion of his hand. He's a lone wolf, his desires pent up, his cock aching for release. He wraps his hand around his hard shaft, his grip firm, his strokes steady. His mind races with images of untouched skin and eager moans, his body responding to his own touch. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his hips bucking as he fucks his own hand. With a final, desperate thrust, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he spills his load over his fist.