In this rare, unseen footage, Jerry Seinfeld finds himself home alone, his mind wandering to past comedic musings. His hands wander too, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a hairy chest. He strokes it absentmindedly, his other hand drifting south, rubbing the bulge in his pants. He unzips, letting his hard cock spring free, and begins to stroke it slowly, his eyes closed, lost in thought. He imagines the laughs, the applause, the power of his comedy. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a final groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto his hand and pants.