Under the soft glow of his bedside lamp, he begins his nightly ritual. His hands glide over his body, feeling every ridge and contour. He takes his time, teasing himself, building anticipation. His cock aches, yearning for his touch. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. His movements are slow, deliberate, drawing out his pleasure. The room is filled with the sound of his slippery strokes and his ragged breaths, a symphony of his solo passion.