He stands, alone, his reflection in the mirror a silent partner. His hands, slick with lubricant, wrap around his rigid cock, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He builds a rhythm, his hips bucking forward as he imagines the feel of another's touch. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he coats his stomach and chest in thick, ropey strands of cum, the room filled with the scent of his release.