Kenneth Slayer, a young, tattooed straight jock, finds himself alone and horny. He decides to take matters into his own hands, literally. Sitting back, he unzips his pants, revealing his already hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling the smooth, tattooed skin against his palm. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his hand a blur on his dick. He moans softly, his eyes closed in ecstasy, imagining the tight, wet heat of a mouth or pussy. His body tenses, and with a final, hard stroke, he cums, his load spilling out over his fingers and pants.