Under the soft glow of his bedside lamp, he's a solitary figure in the night, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. The sad song plays in the background, resonating with his lonely soul. His strokes are long and steady, his big dick pulsing in his grip. He envisions a circle of eager, open mouths, ready to catch his load. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip tighter. With a final, intense stroke, he explodes, his cum shooting out in thick, hot streams, coating his hand and the surrounding area in a sticky, masculine tribute to his late-night, self-love session.