In the quiet of his room, a man of substantial endowment finds solace in his own company. His large, veiny cock, a beacon of desire, stands at attention, begging for touch. He wraps his strong hand around it, feeling the pulse of life within. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath deepening as he builds a rhythm. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, his movements becoming more urgent. With a final thrust, he spills forth, his seed coating his hand and abdomen, a testament to his self-love.