Ari's been in something of a dry spell lately.
Contrary to his reputation, this isn't uncommon. Vancouver's a big city, but it's not so full of eligible bachelors and bachelorettes that a blonde with abs can walk into a bar and pick somebody up at will. So he hasn't gotten any in a while. When this happens, he turns to the world's oldest form of recreation.
His door is locked. His jeans are around his ankles. The camera's on its stand, in case he gets good footage he can recut and sell later. One hand is wrapped around his cock, the other pinching his nipple. He could get off pretty quickly this way, but it's not like he has anywhere to be; he'll draw it out. Make it a show.