Pete, alone and in need, takes matters into his own hands, literally. In the dimly lit room, he strokes his throbbing cock, the sound of his hand against his flesh filling the silence. His fingers dance over the sensitive head, spreading pre-cum, as he recalls his fantasies. He's a master of his domain, his body responding to his touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As he nears the edge, he lets out a low moan, his hips bucking as he releases, his hot cum spilling out, coating his hand and his stomach.