Lost in his own world, he begins his ritual, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he reaches his peak, painting his chest with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. He's left panting, spent, and completely satisfied, his body glistening with the evidence of his self-indulgence.