The room is dim, the air heavy with anticipation as he sits back, his cock already at attention. He runs a single finger along its length, feeling the heat, the moisture already beading at the tip. His hand wraps around it, his grip tight, mimicking the feel of another's touch. He strokes, his rhythm increasing, his breath coming in short gasps. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure through him. His cock throbs, his body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.