In the throes of solitary desire, a man takes matters into his own hands. His grip tightens, stroking with increasing fervor as his breath hitches. The friction, the heat, the anticipation - it's all too much. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he succumbs to the inevitable. A guttural groan escapes his lips as he paints his abdomen with his pent-up passion, the evidence of his intense, private moment glistening in the dim light.