In the soft glow of a solitary lamp, a man stands, his reflection in the mirror his only companion. His hands roam his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing to tweak a nipple or caress a taut thigh. He turns, presenting his back to the mirror, and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down to reveal his firm ass. He spits into his palm, lubing up his cock, and begins to stroke, his ass clenching with each pass of his hand. His body tenses, a low moan escapes him, and he comes undone, his seed spilling out, dripping down his hand and onto the floor.