The room filled with the scent of precum and the soft, rhythmic sound of fabric rubbing against skin. He stood there, a man in long johns, his cock hard and leaking. His hand moved to his crotch, stroking slowly, his breath hitching as he let out a low moan. The wetness spread, the fabric growing heavier, clinging to his skin. He was lost in his own world, his body tensing as he approached the edge, his cock pulsing, releasing his load into his long johns.