As the world outside pauses, so does his sex life. But his cock doesn't understand social distancing. It yearns for touch, for friction, for release. He rubs it roughly, feeling the veins pulse with need. His mind races with taboo images, of faceless women on their knees, of anonymous holes to fill. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his breath coming in sharp pants. He's close, so close, when suddenly, a knock at the door breaks the spell. His hard cock deflates, his fantasy shattered, but the need remains, a constant companion in these hard times.