The gay man's body is a canvas, his hands the brush, as he paints a picture of desire on his own skin. His fingers, slick with lube, tease his hole, pushing in and out, mimicking the rhythm of a lover's thrusts. His cock, hard and leaking, slaps against his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. His body is a symphony of sensation, his moans a melody, as he brings himself to the brink of ecstasy. His release is explosive, his body convulsing as he spills his load, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.