In the dimly lit, cluttered office, the lone gay man finds solace in the familiar rhythm of his hand around his stiff cock. He's a master of the "punheta," his skilled strokes coaxing moans from his lips as he leans back in his chair, eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. The hum of the office outside is a distant murmur, drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the slick sounds of his pleasure.