In the dimly lit room, a lone gay man sits, his hand wrapped around his throbbing erection. He gazes at the porn playing on his laptop, his breath hitching as he imagines himself in the action. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up. With a guttural groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor, his hand continuing to pump until he's drained every last drop. He looks down at the mess, a mix of pride and shame washing over him, before cleaning up and going about his day as if nothing happened.