Shutting the door behind him, he's alone with his thoughts and his throbbing need. He unzips, letting his rigid cock spring free. It's a dance of one, a ballet of flesh, as he grips his length, moving his hand in a steady, practiced motion. His body responds, muscles tightening, breath coming in short gasps. The room is his stage, and he's the only one watching, the only one feeling the intense, solitary pleasure.