A man's hand, rough and calloused, grips his own cock with a fierce urgency. His eyes are closed, lost in a fantasy only he knows. His strokes are long and steady, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He imagines a mouth, wet and warm, enveloping him, taking him deep. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing in his hand as he spills his seed.