The room is dim, the air heavy with anticipation. He sits on the edge of his bed, his body tense with a longing he can't quite name. His hands, trembling slightly, undo the buttons of his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and ready. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the smooth skin, the heat. He starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, his breath coming in short gasps. His body arches, his muscles clench, and with a low moan, he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of it.