Alone in his apartment, a muscular, tattooed man, his body a canvas of strength and desire, sits on the edge of his bed. The clock reads 8:55 AM. He knows he has until 5 PM to indulge in his secret pleasure. His big, hard cock tents his boxers as he strokes it slowly, building anticipation. He looks around his bedroom, the blue walls a backdrop to his self-love. His hand moves faster, his breath hitches, and he leans back, his other hand playing with his tight balls and smooth butt. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, until he's grunting, his body tensing as he spills his load onto his abs.