Jack's tattoos seem to dance as he rubs his cock, the amateur gay man lost in his own world. The room is dim, the only sound the rhythmic slapping of his hand against his dick. He bites his lip, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of another. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears his climax. With a final, deep groan, he comes, his hot seed spilling out, coating his hand and stomach. He opens his eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, his body relaxed and spent.