A naked man, laid out on his bed, is in the throes of self-pleasure. His body is taut, muscles flexing as he grips his cock firmly, pulling and twisting in a dance as old as time. The air is thick with the scent of his need, the sound of his hand working his length filling the empty room. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and the bed beneath him in a sticky, white mess.