Golf Stud 1983, a tall, athletic man with a mop of blond hair, stands in the locker room, his cock aching for release. He's alone, the echo of his heavy breathing filling the empty space. He unzips, his hand wrapping around his stiff dick, a small bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. He strokes, his grip tight, his movements quickening. His other hand cups his balls, massaging them gently. He turns, his ass pressing against the cold metal bench, and continues to pump, his body tensing. He moans, his cock pulsing as he cums, his load splattering onto the bench and his hand. He catches his breath, his body still trembling with satisfaction.