With a wicked grin, he sprawls on the bed, legs spread wide, inviting his own touch. His hand, slick with pre-cum, wraps around his throbbing shaft, pumping in a steady rhythm as his other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His breath comes in ragged gasps, the room filled with the symphony of his lust - the wet sounds of his stroking, the soft moans of pleasure, and the slap of flesh on flesh as he fucks his own fist, chasing the sweet release that only he can give himself.