Hidden from the world, he finds refuge in his own body. The room is dim, his breath ragged as he pulls down his pants, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. He grips it, feeling the pulse of his desire, and begins to move. His hand is steady, sure, as he works himself, his hips lifting off the bed. The sound of his pleasure fills the room, a symphony of his need. He feels the heat building, the pressure coiling, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills over, his body shaking with release. In this moment, he is complete, satisfied, alone.