A lone, uncut cock throbs in tight boxers, the fabric tenting with anticipation. A lone hand, veined and strong, emerges, slowly stroking the growing bulge. The boxers are pushed down, revealing the full length, already glistening with pre-cum. The hand works rhythmically, squeezing and pumping, the sounds of wet, eager friction filling the room. The pace quickens, fingers tightening, until with a guttural groan, a thick, creamy load erupts, painting the taut belly and dripping onto the boxers.