In the throes of solitude, the unnamed stud succumbs to his carnal desires, his hand a surrogate for the lover he craves. His massive cock throbs in his grasp, pre-cum glistening at the tip. He strokes with purpose, his breathing ragged, his body tense. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts echoing off the walls. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, and with a final, guttural moan, he releases his load, thick streams of cum arcing through the air before landing with a wet slap on his abs.