In the solitude of his room, a man takes out his worn, discarded condom from the night before, the rubber already stretched thin. He brings it to his nose, inhaling the faint scent of his own cum and the previous night's lover. His cock hardens at the memory. He strokes himself, the condom's loose end flapping against his shaft. He moans, his fist a tight grip, his movements frantic. He feels the familiar tingle, his balls tightening. With a final thrust, he comes, his cum filling the already broken condom, spilling out, mixing with his pre-cum. He collapses, panting, the condom still on his spent cock.