The man, clad in skintight lycra, paces around his room, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. His cock, a thick, veiny beast, tents the shorts, straining against the material. He grips it, squeezing the trapped flesh, before slipping his hand inside. His strokes are slow, deliberate, the soft fabric providing just enough friction to tease. He grunts, his body tensing as he nears climax, his cock pulsing with need. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, the lycra glistening with his essence.