The room is filled with the soft rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh as he jerks off, his thick, short cock a delight in his hand. His fingers trace the vein that runs along the underside, feeling it pulse with life. He imagines a mouth, warm and wet, enveloping him, and his strokes become more urgent. His balls tighten, his body tenses, and with a final, guttural moan, he cums, his cock pulsing as it releases stream after stream of hot, milky seed, coating his hand and cock, the scent of sex filling the air.