Alone in the stable, our hung stud can't resist the call of his throbbing cock. It tents his jeans, eager for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, a monster ready for action. He spits into his palm, lubing up his length, his grip tight and purposeful. His hips buck, fucking his fist with wild abandon. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping together, his grunts echoing off the wooden walls. His body tenses, his cock swelling in his hand. He throws his head back, a roar tearing from his throat as he coats his hand and belly with his hot, sticky load.