Ga, a man of few words, retreats to his sanctuary, a small, cozy space filled with the scent of his musk. His cock tents his boxers, eager for attention. He pulls it out, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. With a lubed hand, he grips his shaft, twisting and pumping, his hips bucking involuntarily. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. Ga's body tenses, his abdominals contracting as he nears his climax, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, gasping for breath.