As the night deepens, the anonymous figure slips beneath the covers, his hand already wrapped around his rigid, pulsating cock. In the dim light, he can see the veins throbbing with each beat of his heart. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm that matches his breathing, his imagination filling with salacious images. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent, and with a low moan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto his waiting hand.