The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and pre-cum. A lone figure, his body glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, sits on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around his aching cock. He's been at it for what feels like hours, his hand moving in long, steady strokes, his grip tight enough to make his cock throb. He's lost in his fantasy, his mind filled with images of another man, a man with strong hands and a hungry mouth. He can almost feel the other man's touch, almost hear his voice, and it's driving him closer and closer to the edge. With a final, deep thrust of his hips, he comes, his cock pulsing as it releases stream after stream of hot, sticky cum.