The skilled hand of our unnamed hero deftly works his substantial length, the rhythm increasing as his breath quickens. His grip tightens, the friction building, as he expertly manipulates his throbbing member. The room fills with the sound of his solo symphony, the wet, slick noises of his hand stroking his slick, veiny shaft. His body tenses, the pleasure building, as he nears the precipice. With a final, aggressive stroke, he sends a generous load of his hot, sticky seed spilling over his fist and onto the floor.