His fingers dance, tracing the contours of his body, igniting sparks of pleasure as they go. He lies back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, slowly pumping, feeling the blood pulse beneath his skin. He bites his lip, a soft groan escaping as he increases his pace, his hips lifting off the bed with each thrust into his fist. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. His breath comes in short gasps, his body flushed and sweaty, as he chases his climax. With a final cry, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky seed.