Jack, a man of few words, retreats to his private space, a cramped yet cozy room, for his daily ritual. He kicks off his pants, his cock already hard and yearning for his skilled hand. He starts slow, teasing himself, running his thumb over the sensitive head, collecting the bead of pre-cum. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grip tight, just the way he likes it. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cum painting his chest in thick, white stripes.