Quay, a physique god, finds solace in his private sanctuary, stripping off his sweat-drenched shirt to reveal chiseled abs and bulging biceps. He lounges on the bed, legs spread wide, stroking his hardening cock through his shorts. His hand migrates south, rubbing his throbbing member, before he frees it, letting it spring out, thick and veined. He pumps his meat, groaning, as his other hand plays with his heavy balls, rolling them gently.