Peter Matthias, in the throes of solitude, explores his body's deepest cravings. His calloused hands, rough from years of labor, tease his skin, setting it alight with goosebumps. He pinches his own nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his hardening cock. With a lustful growl, he takes it in his hand, jacking off with abandon. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he chases his release. His body tenses, and with a final, guttural moan, he spills his load, painting his torso with his own hot seed.