Lance, alone in his dimly lit room, feels the urge for release. He lazily unzips his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free. With a confident grip, he starts to stroke, his breath quickening as he picks up the pace. His eyes closed, he imagines a lover's touch, his hand becoming that fantasy's eager participant. Pre-cum glistens at the tip as he gets closer, his grip tightening, his strokes more frantic. With a final groan, he comes undone, hot cum spilling over his hand.