In the hush of the night, an insatiable hunger stirs. He strips bare, his cock already throbbing with anticipation. He spits into his palm, lubing up his rigid flesh, and begins to pump, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His body tenses, his abs contract, and with a guttural groan, he erupts, painting his torso with thick, creamy stripes of his essence, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.