A man, in the solitude of his room, indulges in the art of self-pleasure. His straight, uncircumcised cock stands at attention, a beacon of his desire. He begins with a slow, teasing stroke, the soft skin of his foreskin sliding over the sensitive head. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight and fullness. He increases his pace, his hand a blur as it flies over his cock. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving as he chases his release. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands, their mouth, their body, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his hot cum painting his stomach and chest.