With a raging hard-on and a mouth as dry as the desert, our protagonist seeks solace in his bedroom. The air is thick with anticipation as he begins to touch himself, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He closes his eyes, allowing his imagination to run wild, picturing the soft touch of a lover, the wetness of a mouth, the warmth of a pussy. His strokes become more insistent, his breathing more ragged. His body trembles with need, and with a final, desperate thrust of his hips, he finds his release, his cum shooting out in ropes, coating his hand and his satisfied, heaving chest.