Billy, a young, inked-up straight boy, finds solace in his private space, surrounded by American flags and graffiti. His cut, uncut cock throbs, begging for attention. He strokes it slowly, letting his tattoos dance with each movement. His eyes roll back as he picks up the pace, his hand working his length with a dirty, hungry fervor. The room fills with his heavy breaths and the slick sounds of his palm meeting his flesh.