The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. A man, alone with his thoughts, lets his hand wander to the bulge in his jeans. He pops open the button, allowing his hard-on to spring free. He wraps his fist around his shaft, pumping slowly at first, then gaining speed as his need intensifies. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His moans fill the room, a symphony of his solitary symphony of pleasure.