In the dimly lit room, the man's large cock stands erect, aching for release. He strokes himself, his hand gliding along the length, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He imagines the touch of another, their hands replacing his, guiding him to the edge of ecstasy. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the sound of his hand slapping against his cock, the scent of his own musk filling his nostrils. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and the sheets beneath him. He collapses back, his body spent, his cock twitching with aftershocks.