As the moon casts its silver gaze into Tom's room, he can't resist the urge any longer. Slipping under the covers, he frees his massive, thick cock from his boxers. The cool air against his heated flesh sends shivers down his spine. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. His mind races with fantasies, his body responding to each one. The sound of his hand meeting his cock fills the room, punctuated by his quiet, needy gasps. His breath hitches as he feels his orgasm approaching. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his release spilling onto his stomach, a testament to his solo indulgence.