Lost in his thoughts, our horny hero can't help but give in to his urges. He's home alone, and the house is silent, save for the soft sounds of his hand working his rigid cock. He's punishing his shaft, his grip tight and punishing, his strokes quick and eager. His other hand wanders, pinching his nipples, slapping his ass, pushing him closer to the edge. He's a mess of sweat and precome, his body shaking with need. He's close, so close, and with a final, desperate cry, he comes, his body convulsing as he paints the room with his hot, sticky load.