With no companionship but his own desire, he turns to his trusted toy for release. The cold, hard plastic a poor substitute for warm, pulsating flesh, but it serves its purpose. He lubes it up, his fingers lingering on his hole, teasing, taunting. With a gasp, he pushes it in, fucking himself slowly, the sensation building, his body responding, his cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He's a mess of need and want, chasing his own release, his breath coming in short gasps as he finally finds it, his body convulsing, his seed spilling out.