With no audience but the four walls, he begins his intimate ritual. His hand, slick with saliva, wraps around his throbbing cock, moving in a steady rhythm. The room is filled with the sound of his flesh meeting flesh, the smell of his arousal growing stronger. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering exhale, he paints his stomach with his hot seed, the room filled with the evidence of his solitary pleasure.