Tommy B, the insatiable stud, finds himself in a moment of respite, his cock throbbing with anticipation. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of his own musk. His hand, rough from years of labor, wraps around his thick, veiny cock, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He strokes slowly, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, gently rolling them in his palm.