Tristan, the boy-next-door with a naughty streak, is back and ready to put on a show. This time, he's alone, his big cock aching to be touched. He starts slow, running his hands over his smooth body, pinching his nipples, and squeezing his ass. His cock throbs, tenting his briefs, and he can't resist any longer. He frees his meat, letting it slap against his abs. He strokes it, twisting his wrist, making his cock leak pre-cum. He's lost in his own world, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. His strokes become frantic, and with a final grunt, he comes, his cum shooting out in ropes, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor.