A lone stud, in the throes of self-pleasure, edges closer to release. His hand strokes his rigid cock with deliberate slowness, building tension. His eyes fixate on the head of his dick, glistening with pre-cum. He increases his pace, his breath hitching as he teeters on the brink. In slow motion, his cock pulses, a bead of cum forming at the tip. But just as he expects a torrent, nothing happens. He missed his mark, but the sight of his nearly spent load is still a tantalizing tease.