In the quiet of his room, a man with a hunger only he can satisfy takes matters into his own hands. His big dick strains against his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, already leaking with anticipation. He wraps his fist around his girth, stroking slowly, building a rhythm that matches his heartbeat. His body responds, muscles clenching, skin flushing. The room echoes with his grunts as he picks up speed, his hand a blur. With a final, guttural moan, he comes undone, rope after rope of cum painting his belly.