The gay muscle god finds himself alone, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. He looks down at his crotch, his thick cock already stirring, tenting his sweatpants. He strips off his clothes, reveling in the freedom of nudity. He sits down on the couch, his massive muscles flexing as he begins to stroke his meat. The sound of his hand slapping against his flesh fills the room, his pre-cum making his strokes smoother. He spreads his legs wide, giving himself full access to his tight, hairy hole.