In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hammer-sized cock throbs in his hand as he strokes it to a steady beat, the veins pulsing with each pass. The heat of his palm against the sensitive skin sends shivers up his spine, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the wetness of his pre-cum slicking his path. He grunts, his body tensing as he nears the edge, before finally letting out a guttural groan, his release painting stripes on his abs.