With a mischievous grin, he locks his door, eager to lose himself in his own world. His hand makes quick work of his jeans, freeing his aching cock. He starts slow, his fist gliding up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on the erotic scene unfolding in his mind. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, his body arching into his hand. A low moan escapes him as he feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his pent-up desire, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.