Clad in nothing but a loose pair of boxers, he sits back, legs spread wide, his hand slowly stroking his hardening cock through the thin fabric. He's in no rush, savoring each sensation, each pulse of pleasure that courses through him. His breath hitches as he pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free, already glistening with pre-cum. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the heat, the velvet softness of the skin over the steely hardness beneath. His strokes are steady, measured, each one pushing him closer to the edge, but he pulls back, again and again, prolonging the pleasure, making it last.