In the quiet of the afternoon, a man stirs, his dreams leaving him with a raging hard-on. He wraps his hand around his considerable girth, feeling the pulse of his desire. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one bringing him closer to the edge. He imagines a lover's touch, the sensation of a warm mouth enveloping him, pushing him over the brink. With a guttural moan, he comes, his cock twitching as it releases rope after rope of cum, leaving him spent and satisfied.