Bernard, the young, tanned Adonis, finds himself alone in the heat of the afternoon. His mind wanders, and so does his hand, finding its way to his massive, throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling every vein, every ridge, as it hardens in his grip. His body responds, his nipples tightening, his breath coming in short gasps. He's a sight to behold, a young man lost in the pleasure of his own body, his hand working his cock with a rhythm as old as time.