In the solitude of his room, our soloboy kicks off his clothes, his monster cock springing free, already rock-hard. He spits into his palm, lubing up his massive tool before wrapping his fist around it, tight. His strokes are long and slow, savoring each inch of his meat. He switches hands, giving his dominant one a break, but his pace never falters. His body glistens with sweat, muscles taut as he chases his orgasm. He switches back, his grip firm and relentless, until with a final, loud groan, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his abs.