Peeling his grey shorts down, Brogrowing shudders and strokes himself stiff against the sheets

Brogrowing sits on a beige towel spread across the mattress, thumbs hooked into the waistband of his grey shorts. He drags the fabric down over his thighs while his chest and arm flex in the warm light, breath quickening. His hand closes around the cloth at his crotch and squeezes, letting it pull tight over his bulge before he settles back against the curtained wall and strokes himself stiff.