Drew, a charismatic figure, finds himself in the throes of self-pleasure, his body writhing in the throes of his own touch. His hands, rough and eager, roam his torso, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing to tease his nipples into hard peaks. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he reaches the waistband of his pants, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He frees it, thick and veined, already glistening with pre-cum. Drew strokes himself, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His eyes flutter closed, his mouth open in a silent moan as he approaches climax.