In the sultry heat of the afternoon, he retreats to his sanctuary, a small, windowless room littered with personal mementos and erotic paraphernalia. Naked, he sprawls on the worn-out mattress, his body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His hand wraps around his throbbing member, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head. He sets a rhythm, his body moving in a dance as old as time. His eyes roll back, his mouth opens in a silent 'O' as he feels the familiar tingle. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his seed painting the room in his own unique art.