In a dimly lit room, a lone, ruggedly handsome man sits, his eyes locked onto the cash scattered before him. He's hard, his cock straining against his jeans, a hungry look in his eyes. He unzips, pulling out his meat, and begins to stroke, his movements slow and deliberate. He's a solo boy, but his mind is filled with fantasies, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He grunts, his body tensing, and then he's coming, his hot load spilling out, his body shaking with the force of his release.