A man, his body a temple of tension, seeks release. His cock, a thick, veiny monster, stands at attention, begging for touch. He wraps his large hand around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. He works it slowly, methodically, his palm slick with precum. The friction is exquisite, his body responding with primal hunger. He picks up the pace, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. With a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it paints his chest with ropes of cum.