In the quiet of his mailroom, our rugged, uniformed mailman finds a moment of solitude. He kicks off his boots, letting out a sigh of relief. His hand slowly unzips his pants, revealing his throbbing, hard cock. He leans back in his chair, stroking himself with increasing urgency. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the slick, wet noise of his hand working his cock. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes undone, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist.