The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of his hand gliding up and down his rigid shaft, the smell of his pre-cum a heady perfume. His other hand, slick with lube, teases his ass, his finger circling his puckered hole before pushing in, searching, finding that magic button that makes his cock jump and his breath hitch. His body tenses, his grip tightening on his cock, his strokes becoming more urgent, more frenzied. His balls tighten, his body arches, and with a guttural groan, hecomes, his hot, thick seed spilling over his hand, his body shuddering with the force of his release.