The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation as he sits alone, his hand wrapped around his throbbing erection. His eyes are closed, his imagination running wild with images of nameless, faceless lovers. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar build-up in his balls. With a low moan, he comes undone, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.