Lonely Larry retreats to his room, closing the door behind him. He unzips his jeans, revealing his throbbing, uncut cock. With a sigh, he begins to stroke it, his hand moving up and down the sensitive shaft. He lets his imagination run wild, fantasizing about a lucky someone, anywhere but here. His breathing becomes heavier, his grip more urgent, until finally, he lets out a guttural groan, releasing his pent-up desire onto his eager hand.