Warnings : Jerkin the ween- Tickle the pickle- Jerkin the gherkin- Pickle the eggs- Fry the rice- I'm out of food related things that could be innapropriate-

Remy groaned happily as he slumped down into the comfort of his own bed, he'd been busy all day and people just got on his nerves sometimes (Me too, Remy. Me too.) All he needed was time to relax and enjoy himself.
And since this is a smutt book, we all know the answer is for him to get off. I'm predictable these days, one day I'll catch you off guard.

Remy unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his Starbucks patterned boxer shorts, his soft cock flopping out like a dead fish 😩 or something like that. But anyways, he gave it a few good pats and one or two strokes, hardening in his own hand.
He pulled his phone out and got some sort of not child friendly video up, taking his cock into his free hand and starting to pump and stroke it.

His hand movements got quicker at more intense scenes, trying to match whatever movement or speed the actors in the video were going at. As he did, he let out a variety of juicy moans.
He was quick to get close, forcing himself to hold it so he could finish at the same time as the actor. And minutes later it was time as he came over his phone screen with a loud, satisfying moan.

"Yeah I don't feel relaxed..and now my phone's messy. I might just go make a tea."

(Thrust Count : 200+. Taking a break from writing isn't very easy. Oops.)