Kurt Maddox, alone in his dimly lit room, succumbs to his desires. His strong, calloused hands slowly unbuckle his belt, revealing the tented fabric of his jeans. With a hungry grunt, he tugs down his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. Kurt's eyes lock onto the mirror, watching his reflection as he begins to stroke his length. His movements are slow at first, teasing, but soon they become more urgent, his grip tightening as he picks up pace. His breath hitches, and his chest heaves, the room filling with the sound of his ragged moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh.