Odin Strokes, the object of countless locker room fantasies, lets his desires take over. He peels off his shirt, revealing his toned, hairless chest. His hands trail down, cupping his bulge, feeling the weight of his hard cock. He pushes his shorts down, his massive dick springing free. He takes it in his hand, a hungry look in his eye. He's not gentle, his strokes are firm, purposeful. His balls tighten, his body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, ropes of cum shooting onto his abs, his chest heaving with satisfaction.