In the dim light, he begins, his hand wrapping around his stiff shaft, his breath hitching as he starts to stroke. The room fills with the soft, rhythmic sound of his punheta, his grip firm yet gentle, his rhythm steady and sure. His mind races with fantasies, his body tense with anticipation, every touch bringing him closer to the edge, until finally, with a low groan, he finds his release, his hot cum spilling over his hand.