A languid afternoon finds our hung, horny gay man seeking relief. In the quiet of his room, he strips, his eyes locked on his growing cock. He strokes, the friction sending shivers through his body. His breath hitches as he imagines a lover's touch, his strokes becoming more urgent. He grips his cock tighter, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The pleasure builds, his moans filling the room as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering gasp, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand.