In the sultry heat of the afternoon, a lone figure retreats to the sanctuary of his room, eyes locked onto the growing bulge in his shorts. With a casual flick, he discards his clothing, revealing his thick, uncut cock, already throbbing with anticipation. He strokes his verga, feeling the weight of it in his hand, his other working his heavy balls. His breath deepens, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of his own touch. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his slow, steady strokes.