In the dark and dingy room, our lonely stroker, a sexstarved guy with a raging hardon, lay there on his back, stroking himself passionately.His horny gaze fixated on the ceiling fan above, as if it could offer him some release from the tension building within.He was jerking off furiously, not able to contain his desires any longer.His large erect penis glistening with precum, his hand working in rhythmic motions over its impressive length and girth.Each stroke eliciting a groan from his lips as his body shuddered with the force of his own pleasure.The guys mind was ablaze with fantasies of his perfect partner their soft skin pressed tightly against his own, her hand intertwined with his in the act of masturbation.Her sultry voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear as they climaxed together in an ocean of shared ecstasy.However, reality was far from such a dreamscape he continued to stroke himself with fervor.He imagined the sensation of a handjob, another hand encircling and working in harmony with his own.The guys mind filled with the tantalizing idea of an extra pair of hands, one stroking while the other provided that coveted release.In this room full of desire unfulfilled, our lonely stroker was reduced to pleasuring himself, unable to resist the ache of his erect dick and yearning for something more than just the touch of his own hands upon it.The guys face turned flushed with need as he continued his quest for the ultimate release, each jerking motion closer to the brink of bliss.Overwhelmed by the sensation of impending climax, our horny hero could no longer focus on the visions conjured in his mind.All thoughts evaporated into a haze of ecstasy as he gripped his throbbing penis, the muscles within his body tightening in anticipation of release.In that moment, it was just him and his dick alone in their pursuit of pleasure.The guys eyes rolled back into his head as his orgasm peaked.Wave after wave washed over him like a tidal force, every last ounce of sexual energy flooding out through his straining manhood.Finally, the tension ebbed away as the final spasms subsided.The guy lay there breathless and spent on the floor, sweat glistening upon his forehead as he began to catch his breath.With a satisfied sigh, he reached over for his box of tissues, wiping himself down with the grace of one who has just survived a battle.And so it goes another night of masturbation in solitude, an empty handjob longed for and fantasies unfulfilled.Our lonely stroker will return to this ritualistic act once more, waiting patiently for the day when his desires can be sated in the company of another.