Martel, the burly, uncut stud, is all alone in his room, his mind racing with lurid thoughts. He unzips his jeans, letting his massive, semi-hard cock spring free. With a hungry groan, he wraps his large hand around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with desire. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his other hand tweaking his nipple rings. His cock grows rock hard, standing tall and proud, pre-cum beading at the tip. He picks up the pace, his fist flying up and down his length, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he releases, his hot cum splattering onto his abs.