In the privacy of his own space, a man stands tall, his cock a rigid monument to his arousal. He grips it firmly, his hand gliding up and down the length, spreading the bead of moisture that has formed at the tip. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of moans and the wet, sucking sound of his hand working his cock. Finally, with a roar, he comes, his cum spilling out in hot, thick ropes, coating his hand and the floor beneath him.