In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed but for his throbbing desire, finds solace in his own touch. His hand, firm and steady, grips his rigid cock, stroking from base to tip with practiced ease. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar pleasure build, his balls tightening, his abdomen tensing. The room fills with the wet sounds of his solo exploration, his hand working faster, harder, until he's groaning, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto his eager palm.