Laid back like a king, legs spread, his hand pumping that cock like it owes him rent. When he pops, the load flies high and lands messy, soaking his belly and chest. He just grins, looking proud of the way his body takes it.

After praticr this college jock, strokes like the dorm’s his stage, watching himself flex and edge in the mirror, until he finally busts, painting the glass with so much cum you’d think he was trying to frost it. Roommates gonna walk in to a glazed reflection.

He lines up that fat, heavy BWC like he’s aiming a battering ram, drags it slow against the hole, teasing, taunting, and when he slams it in, the whole toy jerks forward like it’s gasping. He fucks that torso like it insulted him.

His abs twitch with every stroke, pecs flexing as he grits through that edge. When he cums, it lands hot across his shredded core, he smears it slow over every muscle like he’s glazing his own statue. Gooning with pride.

Veins popping from the big arms. Fur glistening, this brute stokes his cock like a beast in heat. He grunts when he unloads, aiming low and blasting the floor with a heavy puddle. No towel, no care, he’s the kind who leaves his mark.

Muscle bro flexes beside the running shower, cock gripped tight. You hear the water, but all you see is veins, abs, and a cockhead swelling thick. Then he nuts, slow-motion ropes splashing down, his riped body, steam rising, a close-up that makes your knees go weak.

He’s gooning wild, like he’s mad at his own dick. Every stoke is angry, desperate, and when he finally blows, his face twists in rage-fueled bliss. It’s the kind of orgasm that hits deep, the kind you feel in your knees.

His body’s tight, he strokes good, then clenches and squeezes at the base. Thick cum pulses out like toothpaste from a tube, sliding down his shaft while he pants. First edge of the day? Or backed up from the weekend?

Could be Mitchell Pritchett. But that cock says otherwise. Shirt open, dick out, stroking like a bro with nothing to lose. He busts hard on the floor and just grins, like he’s gonna leave it there ‘til next episode.

He spits like it’s lube, smearing it rough over his thick cock—then stokes with primal heat, pecs twitching. When he blows, his whole torso catches it, dripping down between abs like icing on a jacked cake.

He kicks back bare-assed, stroking without a care. When he cums, it lands messy across his belly.

He's trying to be clean, standing over the bowl, stroking careful, but that teen cock's got a mind of its own. First rope hits the seat, second tags the lid, third flies clean past it. If you’ve ever missed the bowl, you get it.

Who wants special frosting?.

SHOW ME YOUR HARD DICK!!

Bro jerks naked in front of the mirror on a bedroom he shares with his brother. His cum is so thick it sticks to the glass like glue. Will he wipe it before his bro sees it? Or leave it dripping as a warning shot or maybe it’s their little tradition they both tag the reflection?

Shirtless, flushed, and already halfway stripped, this muscle bro plants his feet firm in the living room and beats his cock with focus. His load splashes the floor with a grunt, boxers and shorts pulled down, he just busted post a workout.

Young and horny, this bro strokes into a stretched-out sock, just like every teen does figuring himself out. He dumps a thick load deep inside and tosses it under the bed like it’s muscle memory. Be honest… did you ever have a cum sock too?

Sun soaking his bare body, this bro strokes his thick cock on a boat in the middle of the sea. The breeze hits just right, his fist speeds up—and when he cums, the load drips from his hand to the deck like he’s christening the ocean with man milk.

Bro steps out, closes the front door, then pulls his shorts down and starts stroking right there on the porch. The rush of doing it outside, in daylight, gets him off fast, he shoots a fat load all over the door, dripping like a sticky house tag.

Still in his work clothes, shirt loose and pants yanked down, this bro sprawls across the bed and jerks with purpose. His shirt’s open, abs flexing, and when he cums, it’s a thick mess right on his stomach. Business day over, stress released.