Lund, the lone wolf, finds solace in his own company, his hand a familiar companion. In the quiet of his room, he strips down, his cock already hardening in anticipation. He strokes it gently, feeling the velvety skin against his palm, a shiver running down his spine. His mind races with fantasies, his breath quickening as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low moan, he finds his release, the room filled with his satisfied grunts.