The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of a man's pleasure. He's sprawled on the bed, his clothes discarded in a heap on the floor. His hand is wrapped tightly around his rigid cock, moving in long, slow strokes. He's alone, but his imagination is anything but. He's picturing a lover, their hands, their mouth, their body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His grunts fill the room, his body arching as he comes undone, his cum painting stripes on his chest as he rides out his orgasm.