Jay, the bespectacled intellectual, retreats to his private sanctuary, laptop open, porn playing. His fingers dance along his keyboard, then migrate south, pushing aside his boxers to reveal his throbbing member. He watches, he strokes, he builds. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, ecstatic gasp, he releases, his orgasm painting his abs with white streaks, his eyes closed behind his glasses, lost in his personal, happy moment of release.