In the quiet solitude of his bathroom, a man seeks solace in his own hands. With a throbbing erection tenting his boxers, he begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady. His mind drifts to fantasies that fuel his desire, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, a musky aroma that only serves to heighten his arousal. His balls tighten, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he unloads, his seed coating his hand and the floor below.