Under the soft, ambient glow of his bedside lamp, he begins his nightly ritual. Stripped bare, he lies back, his body a canvas of taut muscles and smooth skin. His hand, a painter's brush, strokes his rigid cock with a expertise born of countless nights alone. His hips rise to meet his touch, his body greedy for the release it craves. His moans, low and guttural, fill the room, a primal soundtrack to his solo dance of ecstasy.