The writer, Baker 420, picks up his pen, but his mind wanders, his thoughts turning to the throbbing erection tenting his pants. He sets the pen down, giving in to the urge, unzipping his fly to release his engorged cock. He strokes it slowly, his mind filling with vivid images of slick, tight holes and eager, hungry mouths. His cock, a tool of his trade, grows harder, the veins pulsing with need. He picks up the pace, his hand a blur as he chases his release, his body tensing as he spills his load, his groans echoing through the empty room, a symphony of solitary pleasure.