Fit For Service

In his blue scrubs, Luke Marcum slips a hand deep into his pants, fingers grazing the warm, yielding flesh of his cock. He shrugs off his shirt, unleashing the rigid length that's already throbbing, desperate for a firmer grip. Luke wraps his palm around his shaft and strokes—slow at first, then insistent. His body ignites: nipples stiffen into tight peaks, pecs flex like coiled springs, and with each deliberate tug, his dick swells harder, jutting out bolder. Sweat beads on his furrowed brow, a slick sheen under the light. He doesn't relent, coaxing his instrument to its peak until release crashes over him—hot ropes of cum erupting across his taut belly.