In the dimly lit room, Wiley's eyes wander over his muscular body, pausing at his crotch. He's rock hard, his big dick straining against his briefs. With a smirk, he pushes them down, freeing his thick meat. He spits into his palm, lubing up his cock, and begins to stroke. His rhythm is steady, his grip firm. His eyes roll back as he feels the familiar tension build in his balls. With a final, hard tug, he unleashes a torrent of cum, his body shuddering with each spurt.