In the privacy of his room, he's a king, his throne a simple chair, his scepter a monumental cock. He's got a thing for uncut dicks, and his own is a sight to behold. It's long, thick, and veined, pulsating with every beat of his heart. He takes his time, teasing the head, running his hands up and down the shaft, his grip firm yet gentle. His precum leaks out, lubricating his strokes, making his handjob a symphony of wet, slapping sounds. His body tenses, his abs contract, and with a final, deep groan, he releases, his hot, white load painting his stomach.