In the quiet of his room, a man, his body aching with desire, takes matters into his own hands. He strips, his cock already hard and leaking. He grips it, feeling its heat, its pulsating need. He begins to stroke, slow at first, then faster, his hand a blur. He pumps, feeling the tension build, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, and with a groan, he releases, his cock pulsing, his semen painting his abs.