Alone and horny, he retreats to his sanctuary, his heart pounding with anticipation. His hand finds its way to his eager cock, feeling its stiffness against his palm. He begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, his mind flooded with lurid images. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, his grunts echoing as he approaches climax. His cock jerks, unleashing a fountain of cum, painting his chest and hand with his essence before he collapses, spent and satisfied.