In the dim light of his bedroom, he begins, his hand tentatively exploring his body. He finds his hardening cock, giving it a tentative stroke. His breathing deepens, his movements becoming more assured. He strokes faster, his grip tightening, his hips bucking. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. He's close, so close. His strokes become frantic, his body tensing. With a low groan, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his seed spilling out, warm and sticky.