The straight thug, usually so tough and stoic, finds himself craving release. He locks the door, his heart pounding as he unzips his jeans. His cock springs free, already hard. He spits in his palm, lubing up as he begins to stroke. His mind races with taboo thoughts, pushing him closer to the brink. He grunts, his body tensing as he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor. He quickly cleans up, his secret safe, but the hunger remains.