In the quiet of his room, a solo performer ignites his desire, his hand a poor substitute for the real touch he craves. He teases himself, running his hands over his smooth skin, pinching his nipples, and cupping his balls. His cock stands proud, begging for attention. He wraps his hand around it, pumping slowly, then faster, his moans filling the room. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he spurts his cum, painting his stomach with his desire.