In the quiet of his room, he begins, his calloused hand wrapping around his thick, black cock. It's a sight to behold, the way he handles his meat, veins popping as he squeezes, his other hand playing with his heavy balls. He's not shy, his gaze direct, almost defiant as he strokes himself, his pace increasing, his breathing deepening. His cock grows harder, longer, a glistening bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He leans back, his body tensing as he brings himself closer to the edge, his strokes becoming more urgent, his grip tighter. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his moans low, guttural, until finally, he lets out a loud grunt, his body convulsing as he spills his load.