The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. A man stands, his cock already hard, throbbing with need. He doesn't need anyone else, not tonight. His hand wraps around his length, a confident grip that sends shivers down his spine. He begins to stroke, his movements steady, purposeful. His eyes flutter closed, his mind painting vivid images that fuel his desire. His body responds, his strokes becoming faster, more insistent. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his grip tightening as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of it.