Our lone wolf, hidden from the world, finds solace in his own touch. His hand, a steady companion, knows every ridge, every vein of his throbbing cock. He closes his eyes, imagining a lover's touch, his strokes becoming more urgent, more needy. His body tenses, his abdominals clenching as he nears his climax. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cum erupting from his cock, painting his body in his own essence, a primal, raw display of his solo passion.