In the dimly lit room, Slim sits, his cock straining against his jeans. He unzips, his hard dick springing free, already glistening with pre-cum. He spits into his hand, the wetness coating his shaft as he begins to stroke. His other hand cups his balls, feeling their weight as they draw up. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in pants. With a loud groan, he comes, his cum pulsing out, painting his stomach with sticky white streaks.