In this hidden backup, I bare all, unleashing my deepest, most primal urges. My thick, veiny cock stands at attention, begging for touch. I wrap my fist around it, feeling the silky smooth skin stretch taut over the rigid flesh beneath. I pump slowly, savoring each stroke, each sensation. My other hand cups my heavy balls, gently massaging them, urging them to draw up tight. The room is filled with the sound of my ragged breathing, the slick slap of skin on skin, and the low, animalistic grunts that escape my lips as I chase my orgasm.