The blonde stud, his blue eyes gleaming with lust, slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned chest. His jeans follow, and he kicks them off, standing in just his black boxers. He runs a hand over the prominent bulge, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He's thinking of his boyfriend, of their last fuck, and it's driving him wild. He pushes his boxers down, his thick, veiny cock springing free. He wraps a hand around it, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His strokes quicken, his grip tightens, and his breath comes in short gasps. With a low groan, he comes, his hot seed spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.