Bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, a lone figure sprawls across the bed, his hand wrapped firmly around his substantial cock. He's been holding back all day, and now, finally, he can indulge. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his grip tight. His mind races with fantasies, each one pushing him closer to the edge. He can feel it building, the tension coiling in his lower belly. With a deep, guttural moan, he lets go, his cock pulsing as it paints his chest with thick, creamy stripes of cum. He collapses back, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.