Aching for release, he grips his throbbing cock, the heat in his palm a stark contrast to the cool air. His fist moves in steady rhythm, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through him. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of another, the taste of sweat and desire. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, and with a gasp, he feels his cock pulse, painting his hand and the sheets beneath with his hot, sticky cum. He collapses back, spent and satisfied, his body still tingling from his self-indulgent act.