Bicigarguy, a rugged, tattooed man, finds solace in the open air, his backyard his private oasis. With a cigar clenched between his teeth, he unzips his jeans, freeing his hardening cock. He strokes himself lazily, the sun beating down on his bare chest, smoke curling around him in the breeze. His other hand alternates between holding the cigar and caressing his balls, his moans barely audible over the distant hum of traffic.