From the upstairs loft in the ski cabin, Ricky Decker has been watching a couple of guys fucking on the floor below. It's so hot, he can't resist slipping a hand under the waistband of his jeans to massage his excited cock. The other hand squeezes his muscular pecs and hardening nipples. The prominent veins in his biceps throb. Ricky's breath comes in shorter gasps as he shucks his clothes and gets serious about blowing his load. His cum gutters make a "V" leading to his crotch and the final sip of a bottle of beer becomes his lube. He lies down on the pool table and crosses his thighs, which squeezes his balls and pushes them forward. Then he spreads his legs and jams a couple of fingers in his hole. He pushes deep, squeezing his hairy butt cheeks together and tugging his nuts. Ricky's body begins to convulse as muscles spasm and relax. Thick loads of creamy man juice pour from the head of his cock and cascade over his hand, and he rubs the hot cum all over his torso.