He's been edging all day, the constant state of arousal driving him to the brink. Now, finally alone, he gives in to his desires. His boxers are damp with his leaking cock, the fabric clinging to his sensitive skin. He pulls them off, letting his cock spring free, already rock hard and aching. He spits into his hand, lubing it up before wrapping it around his shaft. He jerks off harshly, his hips bucking as he chases his release. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he lets out a loud grunt. His cock pulses, shooting stream after stream of hot cum onto his chest and stomach, the sight of his own mess pushing him over the edge into a state of blissful exhaustion.