With the world shut out by his dark shades, he takes his time, teasing his stiff member, feeling every vein, every throbbing pulse. The room, a humid greenhouse, mirrors the heat building within him. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grip tighter, until with a final, guttural groan, he finds his release, spilling onto his hand, his breath ragged, his sunglasses fogged with the intensity of his private performance.