Matthew's isolated existence has left him aching for touch. His hand, guided by primal instinct, finds its way to his pulsing dick. He pulls it out, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from it. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent. His mind races with images of him being desired, of him satisfying his carnal needs. His body tenses, his release imminent, as he finally finds a moment of comfort in his loneliness.