Axel Stone lounges on a sleek gray sofa. The city skyline stretches out behind him. Dressed in a  fitted T-shirt, hinting at the contours of his chest, he radiates a relaxed confidence as he prepares for his casting.

He begins by running his hand slowly across his firm abs, pausing to appreciate the defined ridges. His fingers trace the line of his chest, then slide lower, resting between his legs. Through the shorts, he massages the growing bulge, his expression calm but focused. The sunlight streaming in through the windows catches the short brown hair framing his face, illuminating the sharp angle of his jaw and the slight flush across his cheeks.

With deliberate ease, Axel tugs open his shorts, revealing a glimpse of his hard cock. He uses a bit of spit for lubrication, his hand gliding rhythmically. The tension in his shoulders eases as he settles into the sensation, his biceps flexing with each stroke. After a few moments, he slips the shorts off completely, leaving only a snug pair of boxer briefs that cling to his muscular thighs and hips.

Still stroking, he decides he’s ready for more freedom. He peels off the underwear, unveiling his full package—his cock standing firm, his balls tight beneath. The camera captures his toned legs, the subtle taper of his waist, and the confident tilt of his head. His breath quickens; soft moans fill the otherwise quiet room. He moves one hand across his torso, exploring his own body while the other continues its steady rhythm.

Before long, Axel’s breathing becomes ragged, and he arches back against the sofa cushions. With a deep groan, he climaxes, releasing a thick, creamy stream across his chest. The warm light from the windows accentuates every detail of his glistening skin, and his face relaxes into a look of pure satisfaction. Spent and breathless, he smiles softly, savoring the moment as the cityscape behind him fades into the background—just another witness to his intense, personal performance.