Axel, the straight thug with ink adorning his muscled frame, sits alone, his guitar resting. As he strums a solo, his mind wanders, and his hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it slowly, feeling it harden and throb in his palm. His other hand continues to play, the music filling the room as his breaths grow heavier. He pumps his cock faster, his balls tightening, until he can't hold back any longer. With a grunt, he shoots his load, ropes of cum painting his abs.