In the quiet of his room, a man indulges in a personal ritual. He settles into a comfortable chair, his hands migrating to his groin. Through his pants, he feels his cock stir, responding to his touch. He frees it, the cool air contrasting with the heat emanating from his skin. His fingers trace the veins, feeling the pulse of life, before cupping his balls, heavy with unspent desire. He begins to stroke, long, languid movements that build in intensity, his breath hitching as he hurtles towards climax.