In the dim glow of the nightlight, he stands, his cock twitching with anticipation. His hand, firm and steady, grips his shaft, guiding it to ecstasy. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The room is filled with the wet sound of his hand working his cock, his breathing ragged. His body stiffens, his abs clench, and with a groan, he finds his release, his cum spilling over his hand, his body shuddering with each wave of pleasure. He opens his eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, before cleaning up and retreating to the sanctuary of his dreams.