In the dim light of his room, Myself, a man of no name but many desires, treats himself to an intimate, gay solo encounter. He teases his nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his hardening cock. He can taste the pre-cum on his tongue, salty and slightly bitter, a taste that spurs him on. He strokes his length, feeling the veins pulse beneath his touch. His other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing, adding pressure. His body writhes, seeking more, always more, until he finds his release, painting his stomach with streams of hot, white cum.