Unseen by the world, he bares himself, not for an audience, but for the sheer pleasure of it. His body responds to his touch, skin flushed, muscles taut. He grips his cock, feeling the pulse of it, the urgency. His other hand roams, exploring the contours of his body, tweaking a nipple, cupping his balls. His rhythm quickens, his body tensing as he races towards his climax, a low groan escaping his lips as he finds his release.