With a ragged breath, he begins, his fist pumping eagerly along his length. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by his grunts and the occasional loud moan. His movements quicken, hips bucking off the bed, as he nears the edge. A final, guttural groan signals his release, and a thick, creamy rope of cum arches through the air, landing with a wet splat on his chest, followed by several more, painting his body in his own sticky, fragrant artwork.