Alone in the dimly lit room, he gives in to the primal urge, his body responding to the call of his hormones. He strips off his clothes, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes his stiff cock in his hand. He starts slow, teasing himself, his imagination running wild with images of faceless lovers. His strokes become more insistent, his grip tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his flesh slapping against his palm. He feels the pressure building, his body tensing, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he spills over, his release painting stripes across his chest.