Amidst the concrete jungle of London, a gay man finds himself alone with his thoughts and his throbbing erection. He locks the door to his flat, the city's noise a distant murmur. His body is a canvas of ink, his cock a masterpiece, standing proud and ready. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft as he begins to stroke, his grip tight and steady. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of a lover, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His balls tighten, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, painting his chest with his release.