With a mischievous grin, he tugs at the waistband of his snug, white briefs, revealing his stiff cock straining against the fabric. He strokes it, feeling the smooth skin glide under his touch. His breath hitches, his heart races, as he works himself closer to the edge. The room is filled with the wet sounds of his masturbation, the scent of his arousal. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent, and with a final, guttural moan, he cums, his hot seed spilling onto his toned stomach.