James, alone in his room, strips down to his briefs, the cool air kissing his skin. He runs a hand through his hair, the other tracing the lines of his toned body. His eyes fall closed, and his imagination takes over. He grips his hardening cock through his underwear, feeling its thickness grow. He pushes the fabric down, his cock springing free, standing proud. He wraps a hand around it, stroking slowly, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, tighter. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes undone, his hot cum spilling onto his hand.