Stroking My Hardon, I Masturbate
In the sultry heat of the day, I retreat to my room, eager to relieve the tension building between my legs. I strip down to my boxers, the thin fabric barely containing my growing excitement. With a glance at the door, I slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around my throbbing shaft. I stroke slowly, feeling every vein and ridge, my breath hitching as pleasure courses through me. My other hand finds its way to my balls, gently cupping and rolling them, sending shivers up my spine. I imagine illicit scenarios, my imagination running wild, as I pick up the pace, my hand a blur on my cock. The room fills with the sound of my heavy breathing and the wet, slapping noise of my hand working my cock. I can feel the pressure building, my body tensing as I approach the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, I come undone, my cock pulsing as I paint the room with my release.