Michael, a ruggedly handsome man, finds solace in his private moments, his eyes flickering with desire as he locks the door behind him. His hands, rough from years of manual labor, slowly unbuckle his jeans, revealing a thick, uncut cock that's already hard and dripping. He leans back, his muscled body tensing as he begins to stroke, his grip tight and rhythmic. His mouth, full and inviting, parts slightly, a groan escaping as he imagines a cock sliding in, filling him completely. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and the floor.