The straight solo artist, undeterred by his solitude, lights up a cigarette, the cherry glowing like a tiny eye watching his every move. He runs a hand along his shaft, the sensation of his skin against his hard cock sending shivers down his spine. Each pull on the cigarette, each exhale of smoke, is a moment of pause, a chance to appreciate the tension building in his body. He's not just smoking, he's savoring the anticipation, the slow burn of desire that mirrors the ember at the end of his cigarette.