The Limeman, clad only in a tight shirt and boxers, reclines on his gaming chair, the room filled with the hum of his high-end PC. His eyes dart across the screen, but his mind wanders to the throbbing bulge in his boxers. He shifts, his hand slowly drifting down, under the elastic, to grip his thick, hard cock. His strokes sync with the rhythm of his character's movements, his breath hitching as he edges closer. Sweat beads on his forehead, not from the game's intensity, but from the desperate need to cum.