With a groan, the faggot pushes his trousers down, his engorged cock springing free. He wraps a hand around it, tugging forcefully, his grip tight. His other hand massages his balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. He leans back, his body arching, his breath coming in short gasps. The room fills with the sound of his wet, eager strokes, his hand slapping against his cock. He's close, so close, his body trembling, his grip tightening, his breath hitching.