A lone, eager straight boy takes center stage, his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. He starts slow, teasing his length, as beads of precum form at the tip. His grip tightens, strokes quickening, balls drawing up. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping flesh, the scent of raw, masculine musk. With a final, desperate thrust, he throws his head back, rope after rope of hot, white cum painting his abs.