Under the cloak of night, Jag, an insatiable gay man, retreats to his dimly lit bedroom. The clock ticks away the late hours as he strips off his clothes, revealing a toned, tattooed body. He takes his time, running his hands over his skin, feeling every curve and ridge. His cock hardens as he touches himself, slowly stroking it to full mast. He's alone, but the room is filled with his soft moans and the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft. The only light comes from the streetlamps outside, casting long, dancing shadows across his body as he pleasures himself, lost in his own world.