Peter, a man of simple pleasures, finds himself alone with his thoughts and a throbbing erection. He strips down, his hand wrapping around his thick, veiny cock, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. He strokes slowly, his breath hitching as he imagines the filthiest of scenes. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his body tensing as he feels the familiar wave of pleasure building. With a guttural moan, he erupts, his hot cum splattering onto his stomach and hand, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.