Zack Randall, the hairy stud, spends a night alone in his room, his massive cock aching for attention. He sprawls on the bed, his eyes locked on his throbbing member. He takes his time, running his hands along his furry thighs, feeling the anticipation build. Slowly, he wraps his large hand around his thick shaft, feeling the heat. He starts to stroke, his pace steady and sure. He leans back, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, gently rolling them. His breath hitches as he feels his cock swell in his hand. He brings his hand to his mouth, licking his palm, wetting it before resuming his strokes. The sound of his hand moving over his slick cock fills the room. His rhythm picks up, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his abs.