The soft creaking of bedsprings accompanies his slow, steady strokes. He's alone, but his mind is a whirlwind of fantasies, each one pushing him closer to the brink. His cock pulses in his hand, veins throbbing with need. He imagines hands other than his own, lips wrapping around him, and it's enough to send him over the edge.cum spurts onto his stomach, and he collapses back, chest heaving, a satisfied grin on his face.