Alone and horny, he kicks back, his hand tracing the outline of his throbbing cock through his jeans. He unzips, letting it spring free, already glistening at the tip. His strokes are firm, purposeful, as he imagines hot, wet lips wrapped around him. His breath hitches, his groans echoing in the empty room. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, aggressive stroke, he releases, thick ropes of cum painting his abs.