In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, his anticipation palpable. He's got a monster cock, black as night, throbbing with desire. He spits into his palm, wrapping it around his thick shaft, spreading the saliva up and down. His hand works his length, from the base to the tip, where he lingers, teasing himself. His breath hitches, his body tenses, as he brings himself closer to the edge, but he pulls back, denying his release. The game of denial continues, as he revels in the sensation of his own touch.