A jock, muscles rippling, stands in a dimly lit room, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He's alone, but his hand is busy, stroking his rock-hard cock. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a halo. He leans back, his eyes closed, his hand working his shaft. He brings the cigarette to his lips again, then, with a sudden movement, brings it to his cock. He hisses at the contact, the heat, the pain. But he doesn't stop. He rubs the cigarette along his length, the ash falling onto the floor. His strokes become faster, more urgent. He's close. He throws the cigarette away, his hand a blur as he chases his orgasm, his body tensing as he cums, his cock pulsing in his hand.