Cody, a rugged, tattooed man, finds himself alone in his dimly lit, cluttered bedroom. His hands, already stained with grease from his day's work, instinctively unbuckle his belt and push down his jeans, revealing his massive, semi-hard cock. He strokes it gently, feeling the veins pulse beneath his rough, calloused fingers. His eyes roll back as he begins to thrust into his closed fist, the friction building with every movement. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breathing and the squelching of his spit-slicked hand, his cock growing harder and redder with each passing moment.