Chester, the lone wolf, has found his sanctuary. His room, dimly lit, is his stage. He sheds his clothes, revealing his hard, uncut cock, ready for action. He spits on his hand, lubricating it, and begins to jack off. His strokes are steady, confident, each one bringing him closer to the edge. He leans back, his body arching, his moans filling the room. His free hand tweaks his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His movements become frantic, his breath ragged, and with a final, loud groan, he finds his release, his cum coating his hand and dripping onto the floor.