He's alone, but his cock is not. It pulses with life, a testament to his unquenched desires. In the soft glow of the room, he examines it, tracing the veins, feeling the heat. His hand wraps around it, a firm grip, and he begins to stroke. Slowly at first, then faster, his breath hitching as pleasure builds. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths, tongues, and the fantasy drives him on. His body trembles, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling out, a testament to his uninhibited, private indulgence.