The inked Adonis, left to his own devices, decides to indulge in some self-love. His calloused hands, rough from years of manual labor, contrast with the soft skin of his cock as he grips it firmly. He's a grower, not a shower, and his member lengthens and thickens in his hand, veining with blood. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft, and begins to stroke, his grip tight and steady. His hips jerk as he fucks his fist, his ass clenching with each thrust. He grunts, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in long, thick ropes, painting his abs and chest.