The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. He's been edging all day, the anticipation building, his cock aching. He can't wait any longer. He pushes his pants down, his hard cock springing free. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat. He strokes slowly, his mind filled with fantasies, his body tense with need. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in short gasps, until he finally finds his release, groaning as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand.