The crisp, blue latex of his uniform contrasts sharply with his hairy, tanned flesh as he strips down to his underwear, the outline of his uncut cock clearly visible. His short, brown hair and youthful face belie the hunger in his eyes as he sits, legs spread, on the bench. He pulls out his cock, the latex of his glove snapping against his skin as he begins to stroke. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, a low moan escaping his lips. The room echoes with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the scent of latex and sweat filling the air as he chases his release.