In the quiet of his empty house, a lonely man finds solace in his own hands. He starts with a gentle finger stroking his hardening cock, feeling the smooth skin and the pulse of life beneath. His breathing deepens as he picks up the pace, his hand working feverishly. His other hand cups his balls, feeling their weight and warmth. He's close now, his body tensing, and with a final, hard stroke, he erupts, his cum shooting onto his belly.