As the sun beats down, a lonely man retreats to his dimly lit bedroom, eager to relieve the tension building in his loins. He strips off his shirt, revealing a toned torso glistening with sweat. His hand slides down to his crotch, rubbing the prominent bulge. With a groan, he unzips his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling the veins pulse with desire. Pre-cum coats his fingers as he picks up speed, his breath hitching in his chest. The room fills with the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh, the scent of musk heavy in the air. With a final grunt, he tips over the edge, ropes of cum painting his chest and stomach.