In a secluded corner of a dark, dingy room, the lonely guy finds solace in his own hands as he pleasures himself with an intense and passionate handjob.His hands are slick with the copious amount of lube that has been applied to his long, throbbing dick.The guys erection is engorged and aching for release.With each powerful thrust of his hand, his fingers firmly wrapped around his manhood, he imagines its a woman beneath him, gasping in ecstasy as he fulfills their every desire.He relishes in the pleasure that radiates from his dick, his heartbeat accelerating with each beat of his own pulse.As beads of sweat form on his brow, he begins to envision more than one woman in his fantasy an erotic threesome involving two voluptuous, beautiful women.Their hands roam his body, exploring every crevice and curve.He imagines their soft lips teasing him with affection while they massage his swollen balls with tantalizing skill.In this moment of masturbatory bliss, the guys thoughts drift to past encounters, horny nights filled with lust and passion.His mind is a kaleidoscope of memories, each more exhilarating than the last.The solo masturbation becomes even more intense as he jerks himself in time with his racing heart, his breathing shallow and ragged, an expression of animalistic lust upon his face.His penis, now a deep shade of red, strains to meet its release, every twitch bringing him closer and closer to the brink.The guys mind becomes consumed by the sensation, the ache in his balls, the erotic memories swirling around him, and he succumbs to the temptation that is his own hand.As he reaches climax, an explosion of uninhibited pleasure courses through him every muscle tense with the force of this release.As he basks in the afterglow of his solo masturbation adventure, he cant help but imagine it was a real woman, a woman he had been craving for so long, who received his handjob.The memory of her breathing heavy and writhing in ecstasy beneath him is now permanently etched into his mind.And yet, even after this passionate climax, the lonely guy cannot forget how his own hand provided the comfort and pleasure he so desperately needed during those trying times.