Giacomo, in the throes of solo ecstasy, takes his time exploring his own body. His hands trace lines of fire, from his chest down to his throbbing cock. He grips it, feeling the velvety smoothness, the steel-hard core. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out his pleasure. He fantasizes about a faceless lover, their bodies entwined, their moans harmonizing. His rhythm quickens, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he feels his orgasm building. With a final, hard thrust, he comes, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand with his hot, sticky seed.