Teddy, alone in his room, finds solace in the rhythm of his own hand. His cock, thick and veiny, throbs with anticipation as he teases it from base to tip. The room fills with the scent of his musk, a testament to his growing desire. He imagines a world of touch, his fantasy driving him closer to the edge. His breath hitches, body tensing as he nears climax, only to pause, delaying the inevitable, savoring the buildup.