In the throes of solo ecstasy, he craves a throat to fill, a mouth to claim. His hand, a poor substitute, works his throbbing cock with renewed vigor. His mind's eye fills with images of eager lips parting, inviting him in. His breaths come in ragged gasps as he nears the edge, his body tensing, ready to explode. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his hot, sticky cum spilling forth, a testament to his solo pursuit of pleasure.