Chivy, in the throes of self-love, finds himself bare, his cock throbbing with desire. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in long, steady strokes. His imagination runs wild, picturing a lover's mouth, their tongue swirling around his head. He groans, his hips bucking, fucking his hand with increasing urgency. The pleasure builds, intense, almost unbearable. His body tenses, and with a final thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing, his release coating his hand and stomach. He collapses back, sated, his heart pounding, a satisfied smile on his lips.