Alone in his dimly lit room, a man lost in thought allows his mind to wander. His hand drifts down, tracing the bulge in his jeans before popping the button and freeing his substantial girth. He takes it in his hand, feeling the weight, the heat. He begins to stroke, long, slow movements that draw out the pleasure. His other hand joins in, cupping his sack, feeling the tightening as he approaches the brink. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, the sound of flesh on flesh, as he gives in to his desires.