In the dreary confines of his tiny apartment, this jobless man finds solace in his own touch. He begins with a slow, teasing stroke, his hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing length. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip firm and steady. The sound of his hand working his cock fills the room, a symphony of lust that builds to a crescendo. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto the worn floorboards.