Mas, a man of simple pleasures, craves nothing more than the touch of his own hand. He finds a quiet corner, his heart pounding with anticipation. He unzips, his cock springing free, already engorged. He takes it in his hand, feeling its weight, its heat. He strokes, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. He imagines the feel of another's body, the sound of their moans. He's close, his breath ragged, his body tense. He cums, his release powerful, his body shuddering with satisfaction.