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 breaths, the sound of skin sliding against skin, as veins pulsed under his fingers. Moaning as he released, gushing cum onto himself, he had never been happier.