In the throes of boredom, a gay man turns to the comfort of his own touch. He strips, his cock already half-hard, eager for attention. He teases it, running his fingers along the shaft, feeling the pulse of life. His strokes become firmer, faster, as he loses himself in fantasy. The room echoes with his grunts, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He's close, his body tensing, then he's over the edge, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and stomach with his release, leaving him breathless and satisfied.