BigE, alone in his room, feels the itch. With a sigh, he unzips, revealing his throbbing member. He starts slow, a teasing rhythm, his calloused hand gripping his shaft. The friction builds, his breath hitches, his abs tense. He picks up speed, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His grunts fill the room, echoing his pleasure. He's close, his hand a blur, his body coiled tight. With a final groan, he spills over, his chest heaving, satisfaction etched on his face.