In the quiet of the early morning, he begins, his hand moving in long, languid strokes, his cock swelling in response. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, his body tensing as he nears the edge. He's a solo artist, his body his canvas, his hand his brush, painting a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His orgasm arrives like the sun cresting the horizon, bright and intense, leaving him spent and satisfied.