In the quiet of his room, he takes his time, caressing every inch of his hardening shaft. He's in no rush, enjoying the sensation of his own touch. His fingers trace the veins, the head, the sensitive spot just beneath. He grows harder, his cock throbbing in his hand. He imagines the feel of a warm, wet mouth, the tightness of a cunt, but it's his own hand that brings him to the brink. With a final stroke, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his seed, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.