The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh. A lone figure, his identity hidden, is lost in his pleasure. His hand grips his cock tightly, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. He's not in a rush, enjoying every sensation. His other hand explores his body, tweaking his nipples, feeling the muscles in his chest and abs. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a final stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach and hand.