My cock, a monument of manhood, stands rigid, its veiny shaft pulsating with need. I cradle my heavy, swollen balls, feeling their weight in my palm. They're tight, ready to explode. I spit into my hand, lathering my cock, and begin to jerk off with a hunger born of days of denial. My strokes are long, powerful, each one bringing me closer to the edge. My thighs tense, my abs clench, and with a guttural roar, I cum, my massive cock pulsing as it paints my chest and stomach with rope after rope of thick, milky seed.