In the quiet of his room, a man named Fb42 finds solace in his own touch. His gay desires unfulfilled, he takes matters into his own hands, literally. With a slow, steady rhythm, he jerks his cock, feeling the familiar yet always satisfying sensation. His mind wanders to fantasies of other men, their bodies intertwined, their moans echoing in the empty room. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he approaches his climax. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, a mess of spent fluids on his hand and belly.