The room is silent, save for the soft sound of flesh meeting flesh. A thick, veiny cock is the center of attention, the man's hand wrapped tightly around it. He's lost in his own world, his eyes glazed over as he pumps his length, his grip firm. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, the air heavy with the promise of release. He picks up the pace, his hand a blur as he chases his climax. With a low groan, he finds it, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, coating his hand and his stomach in sticky cum.