Dave, the lanky, tattooed stud, finds himself in a quiet moment, his hand itching for his pulsating cock. He unzips his jeans, letting his massive, veiny member spring free, already glistening with pre-cum. He spits in his palm, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft, stroking slowly at first, building a rhythm. His other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his cock slapping against his abs, the sound echoing in the room. He bites his lip, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his cock throbbing in his hand before he explodes, rope after rope of hot cum shooting onto his stomach.