In the quiet of his room, a gay man decides to ring in the new year with a private, arousing ritual. His hard cock tents his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, the cool air causing it to twitch. He takes his time, running his fingers along the sensitive underside, tracing the veins that snake up the length. He cups his balls, feeling their weight, before wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking slowly. His eyes flutter closed, his mind filling with fantasies as his hand works his cock, the friction building, his grip tightening. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his stomach with white, sticky ropes, a silent welcome to the year ahead.