Luke Tyler, a young god among men, finds solace in his solitude, his hand a faithful companion. His cock, a tool of pleasure, demands attention, and Luke obliges. His fingers trace the length of his shaft, feeling the pulse of life beneath the skin. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body flush with heat. He can feel it building, the tension in his core, the tingling in his thighs. With a final, eager stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it paints his chest with his warm, sticky seed. Luke smiles, content in his self-indulgence, his body humming with satisfaction.