Mickey Waters, a straight thug with a beard that could make a sailor blush, finds himself in the mood. He's alone, and he's not one to waste an opportunity. As he peels off his clothes, his body art comes into full view. His cock, already hard and aching, springs free. He wraps his calloused hand around it, the friction sending shivers down his spine. He jerks off with abandon, his grunts and groans filling the air. His body tenses as he gets closer, his abs contracting. With a final, violent thrust, he cums, his load coating his stomach, a look of pure bliss on his face.