Hidden away from prying eyes, a lonely soul seeks solace in self-pleasure. His hand, a poor substitute for the warmth of a partner, nonetheless brings him pleasure. He strokes his cock, feeling it grow harder, longer, more insistent. His body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He imagines a lover's touch, a soft voice whispering dirty words in his ear, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering as he spills his load onto the cold, unyielding floor.