In the privacy of his room, a man stands naked, his cock aching with desire. He grips it firmly, his hand gliding up and down the length, spreading the pre-cum that beads at the tip. His movements become more urgent, his breath coming in short pants. The room fills with the sound of his hand working his cock, the wet slap of flesh on flesh. As he nears the edge, his strokes become feverish, his grip tightening. With a final, desperate cry, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, painting his hand and stomach with thick, white cum.