In the privacy of his room, a young, toned college athlete finds solace in the company of his own hand. He kicks off his sweatpants, revealing his already hardening cock, a monster that demands attention. He begins to stroke it, his grip firm and steady, his hips moving in rhythm. His free hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. He's lost in his fantasy, his breath ragged, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He picks up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate. With a final, loud groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his stomach and chest.