The workman's hands, slick with sweat and lubricant, grip the pool cues with an urgency that betrays his solo intent. His breath hitches as he imagines the cues as cocks - thick, veiny, and hungry. He runs them along his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, before bringing them to his mouth. He sucks them, hungrily, his eyes closed, lost in the fantasy of a gang of hard, eager twinks ready to pound him into submission. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, his hot cum splattering onto the pool table, a testament to his wild, gay fantasy.