A solace seeker in the throes of self-pleasure, he imagines a symphony of bodies, a cascade of cum raining down upon him. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, as he envisions the warm, sticky liquid baptizing his body, a perverse communion. With a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release, the vision shattered, yet the reality of his solo bukkaque moment remains, painted across his skin in translucent, pearlescent streaks.