Travis Cole, a man of few words, finds himself in the throes of solitude, his empty apartment echoing with silence. In the dim light of his bedroom, he begins to strip, his hands tracing the lines of his body, feeling the heat building within. Settling onto his bed, he wraps his fingers around his hardening cock, stroking it slowly, feeling the velvety skin pulse with life. His mind drifts to fantasies unknown, his strokes becoming more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the sound of his hand working his cock, the smell of his pre-come heavy in the air. With a final, shuddering stroke, he spills his load, his body tensing, before collapsing back, sated and alone.