Our black-haired Adonis finds solace in the simple pleasure of his own touch. In the soft glow of his room, he traces the contours of his body, his hands mapping the planes and valleys of his chest and arms. His cock, already hard, throbs as he wraps his fingers around it. He takes his time, squeezing and stroking, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he hurtles towards climax. With a final, guttural groan, he paints his chest with his hot, white cum.