In the quiet solitude of his room, a man surrenders to his desires, his hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. He pumps his fist slowly, feeling every vein and ridge, as he imagines the touch of another. His breath hitches, and his strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening, as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coating his hand and stomach with his sticky, warm seed.