Quentin Gainz, a strapping soldier, finds himself alone in the barracks, his mind racing with fantasies. He strips off his uniform, revealing his muscular, tattooed body, and begins to stroke his thick, uncut cock. The room fills with his ragged breaths and the slick sounds of his hand working his meat. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining the feel of a tight, bare ass around his dick. His body tenses as he nears the edge, then he lets out a guttural groan, ropes of cum shooting from his cock and splattering across his face, leaving him breathless and spent.