A secretive, isolated figure retreats to his private domain, a sanctuary for his most carnal desires. His thick, uncut cock tents his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, the heavy weight a familiar, welcome feeling. He grips it, feeling the heat, the pulse of life within. His hand slides up and down, slow at first, then faster, as he imagines a lover's touch. His body responds, muscles tensing, breath coming in short gasps. He can feel the pressure building, the need for release, as he chases his orgasm, his hand a blur on his slick cock.