With a soft, tentative touch, he begins to explore his body, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles and the curves of his hips. His cock, already semi-hard, twitches at his touch, and he wraps his hand around it, feeling the velvety smoothness. He starts to stroke, slowly at first, then faster, his breath coming in short gasps. His face is a picture of concentration, his eyes screwed shut, his lips parted in a silent moan. As he gets closer, his strokes become more urgent, his hips bucking off the bed. With a final cry, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach. He collapses back, his chest heaving, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.