Jack's room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure. He's been edging for what feels like hours, his cock leaking pre-cum, his balls heavy with need. He's close, so close. His strokes are firm, his grip tight. He can feel it, the rush of blood, the tightening of his muscles. He's there. He lets out a cry, his cock pulsing in his hand as he cums, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapses back, spent, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile on his face.