Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, a man, unnamed yet familiar, sprawls across his bed. His hand, already damp with anticipation, wraps around his throbbing cock. He begins to stroke, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the grunts of pleasure that escape his lips. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar build-up, the tingle at the base of his spine. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it releases its load onto his belly.