As the polling station prepares to open, a man seeks solace in his solitude. He lies back, his body relaxed, fingers tracing patterns on his bare chest. His hand wanders down, wrapping around his semi-erect cock. He takes his time, his strokes slow and steady, his body responding to his touch. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a soft moan, he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, his cum painting his stomach.