With a soft sigh, he pushes his pants down, freeing his hard cock. It stands proud, a testament to his burgeoning desires. He tentatively runs his fingers along its length, feeling the velvety smoothness, the throbbing heat. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath comes in short gasps as he begins to stroke, his movements tentative yet eager, learning the rhythm that brings him closer to the edge. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low moan, he finds his release, his essence spilling over his hand.