Fingers tight around his shaft, veins popping, balls heavy. No one to watch. No one to stop him. Just that rough grip pulling harder every time—thumbs smearing wetness over the head while his breath comes faster. The room’s dark enough you can almost feel the tension in those flexed forearms as he leans in closer... Cock twitches once, twice—then it’s too late; cum spurts out messy and loud against his own chest like a confession only he gets to hear.