Avidjohn, hidden from the world, strips bare in front of the cold lens. His hands, seeking solace, roam his body, pinching nipples to hard peaks, tracing the V that leads to his throbbing erection. He jerks off, his grip fierce, his pace punishing. He's a man possessed, driven by the ghostly echoes of his unspoken fantasies. His body convulses, his cock pulsing as it paints his stomach with thick, white stripes. He catches his breath, his eyes never leaving the camera, his secret keeper.