Bathed in the warm light of his flatscreen, our solo adventurer kicks back, his hand wandering south. His cock tents his pants, begging for attention. He liberates it, wrapping his fingers around the throbbing shaft. His strokes are deliberate, building a steady crescendo. His grunts sync with the on-screen action, his body tensing like a coil ready to spring. With a final, desperate pump, he unravels, hot streams pulsing onto his stomach as he rides out his solo ecstasy.