A young, inked hunk, a jock in every sense of the word, stands in the college locker room, his body a symphony of muscles and tanned skin. He's been working out, and his body bears the evidence. He's horny, and his hand goes straight to his crotch, pulling out a cock that's as impressive as the rest of him. He's big, really big, and he knows it. He smirks as he starts to stroke, his eyes locked on the reflection in the mirror. He's a god, a fucking Adonis, and he's using that to his advantage, teasing, taunting, his hand moving faster, his body tensing as he nears the edge.