A lone jock, hidden away in his locker room, can't resist the urge to jerk off. The black cock he's packing is too much to keep concealed. He unzips, letting it spring free, and begins to stroke. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady. He moans softly, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final groan, he comes, his cum dripping onto the cold tile floor.