Jason, alone and horny, retreats to his room, the scent of his own musk already heavy in the air. He strips, his thick cock throbbing, and begins to stroke. His breath hitches as he imagines wet, eager mouths around his length. He pounds his fist into his palm, mimicking the rhythm he'd set if it were a tight pussy clenched around him. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and he smears it around, using it as lube. His strokes grow faster, harder, as he chases his release. With a guttural groan, he erupts, streams of cum shooting onto his abs.