The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. A young man stands, his cock already hard and leaking, eager for his solo performance. He wraps his hand around his shaft, feeling the pulse of his own heartbeat. His strokes are slow at first, teasing, building a crescendo of pleasure. He twists his wrist, varying the sensation, his breath hitching as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. His hips buck, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he comes, painting his abdomen with ropes of cum.