Smalldick's solo artist, bathed in the soft glow of the room, indulges in his private reverie. His hand, slick with lubrication, glides up and down his hard shaft, his rhythm steady and assured. He leans back, his body tensing as he pictures the unspoken fantasies that dance in his mind's eye. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans echoing as he brings himself to the edge, then retreats, savoring every moment of his self-imposed agony.