Rockglaucio, a bombeiro with a body honed by years of service, finds himself alone in the station. His mind wanders to the forbidden, his cock hardening in response. He unzips, releasing his thick, veiny member. With a hungry groan, he begins to stroke, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth he craves. His breathing grows ragged, his movements more urgent, until he spills his seed onto the cold, hard floor, leaving him spent and yearning for more.