Lost in his own world, he sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. His hand wraps around his engorged cock, moving up and down with increasing urgency. The room is filled with the scent of his precum, the sound of his hand working his length. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in ropes, painting the floor beneath him, a mess he'll clean up later, a memory he'll keep.