Frank, alone in his cluttered bedroom, finds solace in the rhythmic dance of self-pleasure. His calloused hands glide along his throbbing, uncut cock, a symphony of sensation building. He strokes, teasing his engorged head, beads of pre-cum forming. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip firm, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. His body tenses, a low groan escaping as he finds release, his hot cum painting his chest.