Myself, in the solitude of his space, engages in a primal ritual of self-love. His strong hand grips his throbbing dick, the veins pulsing with desire. He works his length with increasing fervor, the sound of slick flesh meeting flesh filling the room. His body responds, muscles tensing as he approaches the edge. With a final, aggressive stroke, he spills his seed, his body convulsing with the force of his release. He collapses, spent and satisfied, in the aftermath of his solo indulgence.