GI Joey, in his private sanctum, finds respite from his rigorous schedule in the art of self-pleasure. With no respite in sight, he sheds his uniform, his thick, veined cock springing free from his boxers. He runs his calloused hands over his body, pinching his nipples and slapping his cock against his stomach before wrapping his fist around it. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady, his grunts of pleasure filling the room. He leans back, his body tensing as he approaches the precipice, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky cum.