In the quiet of his room, a lonely friend seeks solace in the familiar rhythm of his hand on his cock. The sound of his palm meeting his flesh sets a steady beat, a symphony of his desire. He's a solo artist, playing his body like an instrument, his fingers dancing over his hard, veiny cock. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar build, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, firm stroke, he tips over, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his release.