In a Tampa hotel room, Billy Pilgrim, a man of considerable endowment, finds himself with time to spare and an insistent arousal. He sprawls on the bed, his large, veiny cock already stiff in his hand. He strokes it leisurely, his other hand cupping his heavy balls. The room fills with the sound of his wet, rhythmic jerking, punctuated by his low, appreciative groans. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines the tight, wet warmth of a willing mouth or cunt around his thick shaft. The tension builds, his strokes quicken, and with a final grunt, he comes hard, his hot cum spilling over his fist.