Isolated in his room, our lonely bird seeks solace in self-pleasure. He undresses, revealing his throbbing member. He begins to stroke, his mind filled with fantasies of his lover. He imagines their hands on him, their lips, their tongues. His strokes become firmer, faster, his breath ragged. He can feel the climax building, his body tense, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his hand and stomach.