His boxer shorts come off. He's soft, but not for long. Slow strokes, teasing, he's beginning to stiffen. In under a minute, he is fully hard. He likes watching.
Slow strokes continue, feeling the tingle in his dick. His thumb brushes the sensitive ring around its head with each stroke. His legs open, other hand lightly rubbing his balls, feeling them tighten.
His hips move, he watches his hardness. Its long, thick, clear drops occasionally run out.
He's moaning, not taking his eyes off it. Watching, waiting, seeing blood vessels appear out of nowhere.
His legs start to move in rhythm to his body. His hand strokes faster, feeling close.
His moans are urgent, it's...cum shots out, landing high on his chest. He sees more shooting out, hot drops down his stomach. His hand continues pumping, coated with his cum. It runs in between his fingers, down his shaft, onto his balls. His other hand rubbing the cum on his tight sac.
His strokes slow, his legs pump, like he's running. It tickles, cum squirts instead if shooting now. He's still hard, moaning deep, watching.
He'll do it again.