In the quiet of his room, he gives in to his desires, his hand a poor substitute for the warm, wet mouths he craves. He pictures them, a crowd of faceless, nameless figures, their eyes locked onto his cock as he pleasures himself. His strokes are rough, his grip tight, mirroring the desperation he feels. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting the floor with his solo Bukkake masterpiece.