In the quiet of their apartment, a man sits alone, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock. He's not just masturbating; he's nurturing, coaxing, "Unsheathing the hidden fountain," as he calls it. He strokes slowly, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive head, his other hand cupping and squeezing his balls. He closes his eyes, his mind filling with vivid images of his lover, their bodies entwined, her mouth hot and wet around him. He feels the pressure building, his breath coming in short gasps, until he finally lets go, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his waiting hand.