Holding himself close, pumping up and down on his shaft, thumb stroking his glistening head. His door was locked, the sun was setting, and the world could not be further away. The people who made him feel small, the overwhelming responsibilities, it was all hanging, pendulous, out of sight as he felt the throbbing edge of an orgasm. Not yet, he thought, tenderly, and drifted his mind towards memories of sweat, tight breat...