In the throes of self-love, a man pays homage to his cock, worshipping it with every touch. He's a sculptor, his hands the chisel, his dick the clay. He traces the veins, caresses the head, and strokes the shaft with a reverence that's both intimate and intense. His body responds in kind, his muscles taut, his skin flushed. He's a symphony of sensation, each note bringing him closer to the crescendo, the moment when he'll erupt, his cum a testament to his devotion.