With a raging hard-on and no one to quench it, he turns to his trusted companion, his fist. He jerks off furiously, the sound of slapping skin and heavy breathing filling the room. His eyes squeeze shut, visions of taboo encounters playing out in his mind's eye. He groans, his body tensing as he paints the room with his pent-up lust, his solo session a secret, kinky dance with himself.