In the heat of the day, he seeks solace in his own company, his hand a poor substitute for his lover's touch. He begins by teasing his cock, running his thumb over the head, feeling the pre-cum slick his skin. He lets out a soft moan, imagining his lover's mouth on him, their eyes locked. He picks up speed, his hand working his length, his grip tight and purposeful. He can almost feel his lover's breath on his neck, their bodies pressed together. As he feels his orgasm approaching, he lets out a cry, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach, a desperate attempt to fill the void left by his lover's absence.