In the dim light of his bedroom, he strips off his clothes, revealing a body marked by time and desire. His hand wraps around his throbbing erection, the familiar grip sending jolts of pleasure through him. He imagines the touch of another, the tightness of a mouth or a cunt, as he jerks himself off with increasing urgency. His feet tap out a rhythm, a silent symphony of lust, until he can't hold back any longer. With a grunt, he comes, his seed painting the floor beneath him.