Alone in his sanctuary, he indulges in his carnal cravings. His eyes closed, he imagines hands other than his own, touching, squeezing, pleasuring. His cock throbs in response, standing tall and proud. He wraps his fist around it, pumping vigorously, his body tensing with each stroke. The room grows warmer, his skin glistens with sweat, and his heart races. He's a ship lost at sea, navigating the storm of his own making, seeking that elusive release.