A lone figure, Jack, sits in his room, a look of determination on his face as he gazes down at his limp dick, already half-hard from anticipation. He wraps his thick, calloused hand around it, feeling it pulse as he begins to stroke. The sensation is electric, and he feels it growing, slowly but surely, against his palm. He's got a long way to go, but the sight of his dick beginning to rise, curving up towards his belly, spurs him on. He's going to make this happen, no matter how long it takes.