Richard Mann, alone and hungry, strips down to nothing, his cock already hard and aching. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, lost in his own world of fantasy. His hand slides up and down his shaft, pre-cum leaking from the tip. He groans, his grip tightening, his pace quickening. He leans back, his ass lifting off the bed, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and stomach.