Lost in his own world, he begins his solo performance, his hand wrapping around his erection with a familiarity born of countless private sessions. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, and his body responds with eager abandon. He leans back, his muscles taut, his eyes closed, a picture of uninhibited pleasure. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his hand moving with increasing urgency. He's close, the tension in his body coiling like a spring ready to release. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with sticky, white ribbons of ecstasy.