Hidden from the world, he indulges in his private ritual. His cock stands at attention, eager for his touch. He teases it, running his fingers along the sensitive length, feeling it pulse with need. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, tracing the curve of his ass. He's a symphony of sensation, playing his body like an instrument, until he reaches his crescendo, his cock throbbing as he paints his chest with his pleasure.