Dolf Dietrich stands in the locker room, his bearded jaw tight as he grips his cock hard enough to make his tattoos ripple beneath his skin, the blue and black underwear already slipping down his thighs. He leans against the lockers, bottle in hand, the liquid sloshing as he works his fist over his shaft while his other hand stretches toward his asshole, fingers already slick with precome. The air hums with the wet sounds of his own mouth working over his length, the locker room walls forgotten as he poses, naked now, just his body and the desperate rhythm of his own hands.
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