The day's stress melts away as he unbuttons his shirt, baring his chest. His hands glide down, cupping his balls through his boxers, feeling their weight. He pushes the fabric down, freeing his cock, and begins to stroke. The rhythm builds, his grip firm, his breath coming in gasps. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his moans echoing as he nears the edge. His body tenses, and with a final stroke, he finds release, his cock pulsing as he spills onto his hand.