In the dim glow of his lamp, he begins, his hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling the pulse of his arousal. His mind drifts, filling with illicit images, as he picks up the pace. His strokes become urgent, his grip tight, his body yearning for the peak. With a final, desperate thrust, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he coats his hand and belly with his essence, leaving him gasping and satisfied.