A lonesome gay man, hidden from the world, finds solace in his own touch. He starts by caressing his chest, fingers dancing over his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. His hand ventures lower, cupping his hardening cock through his briefs. He moans softly, his breath hitching as he imagines unseen hands joining his. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pulling his briefs down, freeing his throbbing cock. He wraps his fingers around it, stroking slowly, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, adding to his growing pleasure.