Sot, a seasoned sailor, finds himself in a private moment in the cramped quarters of his ship. The rocking motion of the sea and the creaking of the timbers around him only add to the primal, animalistic nature of his solo session. He leans back against the wall, legs spread, and begins to stroke his thick, veined cock. His mind fills with images of the rugged, hairy-chested men he's bedded in far-off ports, their rough hands and hungry mouths driving him wild. The sensation builds, and with a low groan, he comes hard, his hot seed spilling over his fist and dripping onto the worn wooden floor.