Ira's room is bathed in the soft, ethereal light of the moon, casting long, dancing shadows across his walls. He lies on his back, his cock tenting the thin fabric of his pajamas. With a low groan, he frees himself, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft. His strokes are hungry, needy, as he chases the release that's eluded him all night. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tension coiling like a spring as he nears the edge.