Ric, alone in his room, lets his desires take over. He's a dancer, a performer, but here, it's just him and his need. He strips off his clothes, his body toned and tanned from years of dedication. He lies back on the bed, his hand wrapping around his cock, which is already hard and leaking. He strokes slowly, his other hand playing with his balls, rolling them gently. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand flying over his cock, his body tensing as he gets closer. He moans, his voice low and guttural as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum spilling over his fingers.