In the throes of desire, our anonymous stud seeks solace in his own touch. He wraps his hand around his stiff, pulsating cock, the heat of his palm sending shivers down his spine. He works himself with fervor, his breath coming in ragged pants. His body coils like a spring, and with a final, desperate tug, he spills his load, his cum painting his stomach in thick, milky lines. He collapses back, spent and satisfied, his chest heaving as he comes down from his solo high.