In the quiet of his room, he bares all, his body a canvas for his wandering hands. He takes his time, exploring every contour, every sensitive spot. His cock stands proud, a testament to his desire. He grips it, firm and steady, his hips moving in a rhythm as old as time. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final, loud groan, he spills over, his body shuddering with release.