Alone in his dimly lit room, the man begins his ritual. He undresses, the cool air kissing his naked form. His hand traces the lines of his body, pausing at his hardening cock. He takes it in his hand, feeling its pulse, its heat. His strokes are slow, deliberate, a dance of pleasure. He imagines hands, lips, other bodies, his fantasy fueling his arousal. His strokes quicken, his grip tightens, and with a final, deep groan, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his essence.