In the quiet of his room, a man's mind wanders, his hand following suit. He unzips, his cock springing free, already hard and eager. He begins to stroke, his movements slow and deliberate, building a steady rhythm. His other hand cups his heavy balls, feeling their weight, their warmth. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths, tongues, as his breath comes faster, his strokes more urgent. His cock throbs, his body tenses, and with a groan, he comes, his cum shooting forth, coating his hand and cock, a lewd, kinky testament to his solo indulgence.