With a sigh, he leans back against the wall, his hand already wrapped around his stiff cock. His strokes are slow, deliberate, building a steady rhythm that mirrors the beat of his heart. He imagines hands, mouths, tongues, all eagerly exploring his body, pushing him closer to the brink. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he feels the familiar surge of pleasure. With a final, forceful stroke, he comes undone, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his body and the room around him, a testament to his solo debauchery.