The door clicks shut behind him, sealing him off from the world outside. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, he sits on the edge of the bed, his hand slowly stroking his rigid member. His mind races with the day's stresses, each one morphing into a fleeting fantasy, fueling his desire. His strokes quicken, his grip tightening as he nears the brink. With a guttural groan, he surrenders, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his sticky load.