In a private, dimly lit room, a man stands, his massive cock already at half-mast, aching for release. He wraps his hand around the thick shaft, feeling the pulse of life within. Slowly, he begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His free hand trails down, cupping his heavy sack, feeling the weight, the heat. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the slick slide of his foreskin, as he brings himself closer to the edge.