C, a man of quiet confidence, retreats to his sanctuary, a dimly lit room adorned with personal mementos. His small, yet robust cock tents his pants, eager for attention. He frees it, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of his palm. He strokes himself, lost in fantasy, his body tensing as he nears climax. His release is quiet, a testament to his self-control, a drizzle of cum painting his abdomen.