Under the muted glow of his bedside lamp, our nameless protagonist sprawls across his bed, clad only in loose boxers. His hand, rough yet gentle, slides down his torso, tracing the trail of fine hair leading to his engorged dick. He grips it, feeling its pulsing heat, and begins a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as his other hand explores his body, pinching his nipples, caressing his balls. The room fills with his low, guttural moans, his hips bucking in time with his strokes. He's close, his breath ragged, when suddenly, a creaking floorboard outside his door breaks the spell.