In the dimly lit room, he stands, his massive, uncut BBC throbbing with need. He takes his time, teasing his shaft, running his thumb over the sensitive head. He groans, his fist tightening around his length. His movements become more urgent, his body demanding release. He leans back, his body convulsing as he comes, his thick, creamy load shooting out, coating his hand and dribbling down his shaft. He pants, his body slick with sweat and cum, his cock still twitching with aftershocks.