In the dimly lit room, Scorpion Dick's soloboy unfurls his soaked flag, a thick, veiny monster quivering with anticipation. He grips it firmly, his calloused hand gliding up and down the saliva-slicked shaft. His heavy balls sway with each stroke, drawing tight as he nears the edge. He lets out a guttural groan, his hot, sticky seed erupting in thick ropes, painting his taut abs.