With a slow, deliberate touch, he grips his throbbing member, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingers. His mind races with fantasies, each one more vivid than the last. He imagines soft lips wrapped around him, warm breath on his skin, but it's just him and his hand, creating his own pleasure. His grip tightens, his strokes become urgent, and with a final, guttural groan, he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.