A man lost in his own world, he finds solace in the familiar ache of desire. His cock, thick and veined, stands at attention, begging for touch. He wraps his hand around it, the skin taut and smooth, and begins to stroke. His mind fills with visions of another's hand, another's mouth, another's body. He imagines the pressure, the heat, the friction. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. He can feel it building, the intense, overwhelming pleasure that only his own touch can bring. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills over his hand.