The room is thick with humidity and the scent of his own musk, a heady, intoxicating aroma that only serves to fuel his lust. His hand, calloused from years of manual labor, grips his cock with a familiarity that borders on intimacy. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he imagines the tight, wet heat of a woman's mouth around his cock. His fantasy is vivid, almost tangible, and it pushes him over the edge, his cock pulsing as it releases stream after stream of hot, sticky cum onto his heaving chest.