In the quiet of his room, a man seeks solace in self-pleasure. He disrobes, his uncut cock already half-hard, yearning for touch. He applies oil, his hands gliding over his shaft, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive head. His strokes are slow, deliberate, building a rhythm that mirrors his heartbeat. His breathing deepens, his grip tightens, and he feels the familiar surge of pleasure. With a guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his abdomen with warm, white streaks.